Fuck the word on the curb
Man getting lit like a flame
On the strip, fuck a search
Still with gang on the lane
Tell 'em fuck what they heard
Stepped in for the search
Man bagged with that bird
Six braps and then rr rr!
If I touch her, she gon' squirt
When I lose, I come first
Try diss me, that's a curse
Mix the henny, make a potion
Hit the road on a madting
Catch us slugging, get folded
Run it up and just hold it
I ain't heard or saw shit
About business, man important
Phone ringing, they calling
I'm whippin' up, put the fork in
'Til the dough reach enormous
Gimme likkle this, gimme likkle that
And the warlord come with the warlord chat
Got gyal 'pon belly, got gyal 'pon back
Come fi murder this riddim, and war 'pon that
Gyal turn on people and try come back
Nah likkle yute, man it don't work like that
Man, fuck what you heard, man it work like that
Ay yo my gyal, look on the curb 'pon that
I know you heard about us on the curb
If I said that I got bro then that's my word
Wrist work, flexin' till it hurts
With the driver, whizzin' and skrr
Take a next step, put it in thirds
Call up, call up, in the corner, corner, they can hold no search
When you see the name, gotta big it up first
Ain't got one, can't lift man skrr
Baby birth, then man lift off skirt
I see your girl chillin' man's merc'
Section Season, fuck what you heard
There's something that I think you should know
I been on the edge, man I beg you please don't push me bro
See I refused to pay attention to you pussyholes
You Benihanas, you get chopped up like some sushi rolls
I told 'em a million times
Theresa knows Britain is mine
On the frontpage covered in gold
I tried to show man wah gwarn
See my man rubbing his nose
Now man have got life on track
Them man are still out there troubling hoes