Wi a the baddest out a street
Man real dem counterfeit
pussy a chat a mussi true him have mount a teeth
Forty leg, forty wi forty feet
The Gaad no tek defeat
Thunder roll tree drop and block the street
Yeh when yo si mi seh the things yo waan fi speak
Yo words dem a win mi cyaa ever seet
Seh weh yo waan fi seh
Do wa yo waan, when yo si mi
Do wa yo waan
No bag a chat, do wa yo waan
A wa yo cyaa do wa yo waan
Seh wa yo waan fi seh

Do wa yo waan, when yo si mi
Do wa yo waan
No bag a chatting do wa yo waan
And mi seh do wa yo waan
Mi no teacher fi no long one
pussy a me one born
All who out deh a hype dem friend
Dem cyaa touch mi wid a long arm
In a the business mi stay on
Like the colon weh spray on
Dem put mi in the ice land
In the hand arctic mi come out and mi still warm
Mama seh stay but mi still gone
Mi head sick weh the pill gone
Mi poor friends a pray fi get rich
Fi wake up and every pill gone
Mi power fuller than Islam
Dem bwoy deh a bait pon fish form
From dem realize man nah tek no styling
A right deh suh dem switch from
Rise up a rifle from under mi coat
Dem a freak yo gyal piss in a throat
Yuh a tek press like buzzer and remote
War start a no war wid no mouth
Meck yo blood run like a sail from a boat
pussy hole yo mussi high under dope
Play mi like a silly goat
Like a billy goat
Waltom shooters, Hill Rack Ford

Writer(s): DAVID SPENCER HAYLE, JORDAN GREGORY MCCLURE, DAVID CONSTANTINE BROOKS<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com