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[Sample: PAUG vs Heartless Crew] After me bring you pon bumclart mic tribute You come up 'ere and try diss badman Alright pussy Run the riddim, run the riddim Run the bloodclart riddim (Hold orn) Run the bloodclart riddim Man a pussyhole Man a pussyhole [Hook: Wiley][x2] Shotgun, shot pump, shot anyone Diss who? Diss, them, diss anyone Fire what? Fire who? Fire aga bun Black what? Black who? Black R1 [Verse 1: Young Kye] Yeah, man made P's, man did road Man move keys, man move O's Mano got a body, then he went jail Served four years, Mano came home Then got another case, then I got a case Back to my ends, then I met Nafe Man don't know, I do my ting Don't fuck with the digits or fuck up the pay I just went and caught a case, (Bust my stick) Been in station for a day No comments in the interview, I ain't got a word to say Ain't no friend of mine a snitch, bust the case or ride the bid Ain't a nigga serving no time for something man might've did Yeah, I was seventeen when I built a phone You get that work like you're Calicoe I was a shooter like Swagger, the youngers, they must've forgot but you niggas know What's all the fuss and the talk about? Niggas talk shit, tryna draw you out I just got a lick for a large amount Fuck all the beef, look what guns you can order now Yeah, this is not Hollywood I shot the bobby in front of the Molly shop Before I bought a box, before I bought a Glock LF to dem ends, my niggas we got it locked Niggas talk bodies, no bodies drop After my tape, man'll probably stop You took a L, should have got him shot When you're from the L, this is all you've got (Bust my stick with this rusty clip) Light up the strip that you swerve from the feds (Bang, bang anywhere) No love in my heart until one of them's dead This kind of life make you burn your connect This kind of life make you murder your friend This kind of life made you (Bang, bang anywhere) This kind of life made me (Bust my stick with this rusty clip) [Hook: Wiley][x2] [Verse 2: Reds] Stepped in with sauce on spill Man can't push my buttons, dawg I ain't got no chill Man stuff corn ina spin ting I rise that wap then drill Niggas dem thought that I fell off, me I've been active still Still on my ting Ain't had time for the writing Doing up curb, and grinding (Buss My Stick) My young boy's certi' riding Jump out the Uber wiling (Bang bang anywhere) Packs on fleek, no hyping Step with sauce, man's styling (Buss My Stick) Still gotta mash them reddies Got no love for a bezzie (What else?) My hand ting clip all bendy More time I call that lengthy These man nothing but banter, real funny man like Eddie Ten toes, broad day with the wappa, I see a whole team get leggy Them boy there just petrified When I back my wap on a main, have your whole block doing exercise Man run, man duck, man hide, certain man do electric slide Live corn gon crash out the car, switch that in Enterprise I've been drilling from way back when the green light, go get your guys I've been out here patterned Them boy there eat rations The whole of the pack got flattened Me, I ain't into the bragging But I be getting this cash in Twenty-four's on jug hell of mileage in the wagon Broke niggas, them move like faggot [Hook: Wiley][x2]