[Intro: Giggs]
Gunshots 'bout punches and fly kicks
Big boss get murdered with sidekicks
These riders ride against cyclists
This spicy food with the spices
[Verse 1: Demarco]
Fuck dem gyal, ah bare fly shit
This da link and inna neck we shoot ice pick
No informa boy we nah have ties with
None of dem bwoy dem nah wan' no smoke like ah light spliff
[Verse 2: Giggs]
Bagga hype
Had to buss his head like a grab a pipe
Everybody ate, mad appetites
Yeah, everybody fed, man's trap or die
Smash bokkle pon him head, mad bokkle fly
Everybody dead buck bucka byе
Everybody bled when coppеr fly
And anybody test? Man's stopping by
Jealous yutes, pricks spike jealousy
Chicks like Hollowman, big bad remedy
Chicken and chips and wings like Tennessee
Bitches just tryna get looks like lemme see
January, March chicks sticks like February
Niggas love bitches and this that chemistry
If a man flip up, man lifts that cemetery
Hollow might run up and kick that penalty
Sabotage
Yeah, everybody flip, camouflage
Yeah, anybody
Badman at large
Yeah, Maggie pon him head, we're the kamikaze
[Verse 3: Demarco]
Hombre, di mandem from London will dim yuh light
Wid the rifle dem we acquire from di Israelites
Know yuhself before mi mek yuh madda miss yuh life
Nuh ramp wid Giggs, pussy, dis ah nah no gigabytes
Put yuh pon a fridge of ice
Canon tek yuh picture right
We nuh toy fi dem play wid, dis ah nuh Fisher Price
When dem feel seh life sacred dem get da bitta vibes
Yeah mi see it as wi state it den mek di trigger rise
Mi gun dem mek ah bigger noise, a weh some bwoy a visualise
Gwaan gamble wid dem existence, nigga pick a dice
Watch dem ah run, pussy ah scatter when di clip ah strike
24K deh 'round mi neck, oh yeah, mi drip alive
Splash like ah flipper dive
Yuh nah see dem ah waste and sprat
Mi nuh waan fi waste nuh shot, so mi fling ah knife
Informa tell the po-lice mi nah guh be polite
Dem seh dem married to di gun, mi never see no rights
Yo Giggs, yeah, circle weh di pussy dem live
Dawg, it ah guh hurt fi weh mi do to dem crib
Dem ah baby dem fi search and run go look fi dem bib
Di 'mount ah fucking grave weh man dig
When we shoot da shot and dem nuh miss, we splendid
Bag of strap deh pon wi block, yuh know wi well defended
Dem ah baby, tell 'em search around, go look fi dem bib
Come mek wi tell dem, yo, Giggs
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