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[verse 1]
just like that
i can bill a vibe just like that
make your batty clap just like that
full of style, gyal your pum+pum fat
take her fi di night, give her right back
gyal i love the way you do it like that
gyal i love the way, bite back
five shots, let me fire right back
matic in my pocket, see the bulge in the coat?
she didn’t wanna know me, now my d+ck up in her throat
spend a night with her and then i told her, “hit the roads”
cut a n+gga loose ’cause he weren’t sticking to the code
humble on a normal day but f+ck it, i’m the goat
got that n+gga down, he tried take my ting for joke
heard he wanna take my three points, we ain’t lacking n+gga
got it on me, pull up now then it’s smoke
i’m a madman, real life badman
home visits, pull up to your door like the cab man
i don’t ever left it, never left my weapon
i ain’t playing with my life, this ain’t hangman
brixton badman, real life gunman
i got pretty girls screaming out, “gang gang”
casamigo or the henny on the rocks
got her nice, now this girl’s doing handstands
[chorus]
they ain’t taking this ting for joke no more
we had the whole car fill up with smoke
they don’t do it like my thugs dem though
rifles, handguns, do it with both
gun smoke, suttin got gunshot
i was in ja, bunning up road
sk make me walk with a limp
make me walk with a limp till it make me look old

[verse 2]
i can get any gyal that i want
don’t be dumb little n+gga, don’t be dumb, don’t be dumb
opps caught me lacking but they missed me
they didn’t hit me then i came back with my gun
she was just a f+ck, she could never give me bun
bill a likkle vibes, i’ma k!ll it for the fun
put him on a wage, treat that n+gga like my son
pull up on a bad ground, link up with the dons
and this war that ah gwaan, i can’t left that
all this talk, mi out here, i don’t get that
it’s simple, pull up on foot like a uber
make that n+gga fly like a jet+pack
throw your g’s up, we’re the get backs
throw your g’s down, you can’t rep that
that bad mind ting kinda stale out
genuine vibes, i respect that
duppy ah guh mek when the k!ller dem step
yardman flex, left the place in a mess
npt, no p+ssy couldn’t test
nine bull shots gonna rip out his chest
squeeze on that trigger like i squeeze gyal breast
one up in her head when we mek two step
empty the clip till there’s no more left
so the ball game kick when you come from the trench
[chorus]
they ain’t taking this ting for joke no more
we had the whole car fill up with smoke
they don’t do it like my thugs dem though
rifles, handguns, do it with both
gun smoke, suttin got gunshot
i was in ja, bunning up road
sk make me walk with a limp
make me walk with a limp till it make me look



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