Anyone

[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]