Anyone (Mixtape Mix)

[Sample: PAUG vs Heartless Crew] After mi bring yuh pon bumbaclart mic tribute yeh Yuh come up here and try diss badman! Alright, Bushkin! Run the riddim, run the riddim! Run the bludclart riddim! (Slow down) Run the bludclart riddim! Man ah fassyhole! Man ah fassyhole! [Chorus: Wiley] Shotgun, shot pump, shot anyone Diss who? Diss, them, diss anyone Fire what? Fire who? Fire ah go bun Black what? Black who? Black R1 Shotgun, shot pump, shot anyone Diss who? Diss, them, diss anyone Fire what? Fire who? Fire ah go bun Black what? Black who? Black R1 [Verse 1: Young Kye] Yeah, man made Ps, man did road Man move keys, man move Os 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) [Chorus: Wiley] Shotgun, shot pump, shot anyone Diss who? Diss, them, diss anyone Fire what? Fire who? Fire ah go bun Black what? Black who? Black R1 Shotgun, shot pump, shot anyone Diss who? Diss, them, diss anyone Fire what? Fire who? Fire ah go bun Black what? Black who? Black R1 [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 [Chorus: Wiley] Shotgun, shot pump, shot anyone Diss who? Diss, them, diss anyone Fire what? Fire who? Fire ah go bun Black what? Black who? Black R1 Shotgun, shot pump, shot anyone Diss who? Diss, them, diss anyone Fire what? Fire who? Fire ah go bun Black what? Black who? Black R1 [Verse 3: Izzie Gibbs] Buss buss stick, gloves grip rusty clip And a musket, quick, must be skits, sick, twisted Arsonist, been gifted, trust me and Diz Mastered shit, the masterplan, we harnessed it It's hard to live in a dark abyss They wanna do be like Sandra Bland, tarnish man You bastards will start to swim before you see me at my end Like my elbow's cartilage, understand IZ is hella gone wid it Got demigod lyrics, fuck getalong gimmicks I'm stepping on limits, you're livid, it's vivid I'm Megatron init, your androids tekking off IZ's patterns carry on, I'll be sending on spirits Responsibilities diminished Don't asked why I did it, djinnish, ain't finished winning Can't flip it to something it isn't You don't get it in It's better to hide than to be buried alive, Izzie Gibbs Pure menacing, friend or opp? Is he telling fibs Or is he genuine? Fuck feds Locking up niggas for anything And they're doing that's shit like it's anything Fuck the cause, fuck the law Fuck a warden and fuck the war, fuck an award They should put me up in a ward, sure Or in a morgue It's nothing, I came up from the bottom, I'm raw Kick down doors, now I'm watching 'em pause Fuck you, nigga, pause, I'm important You're an irrelevant source, I got sauce It's not like I didn't ever tell 'em before Bettered my form now I've got premier force Buss buss stick and leave man bodied and torched, bitch [Chorus: Wiley & Young Kye] Shotgun, shot pump (bang bang anywhere) Diss who? Diss, them (buss my stick) Fire what? Fire who? (bang bang anywhere) Black what? Black who? (rusty clip) Shotgun, shot pump (bang bang anywhere Bang bang anywhere, buss my stick) Fire what? Fire who? (buss my stick) Black what? Black who? (rusty clip)