From Yard - Ski Mask the Slump God ft. Skillibeng

Yo, hello
Gunshot, gunshot
(8-8-8-808)

Bloodclaat, bun 'em like Sprite
Yo, bredren, gwaan pass mi di light
Real general, real cannibal
Real taliban pon my side (Yo)
Dem bwoy dem nuh like mi cah mi a tief wife (Yo)
Dem bwoy dem nuh like mi cah mi a tek life
Real life, wi a bubble Red Stripe
Why pree? Hello

Put your hands in the air, this ain't a toast
This a robbery, bitch, ain't tryna boast
Know they sick of me, bitch, I do the most
Take a look at these diamonds, they kinda gross
Take a look at yourself, you kinda gross
Swingin' the pendulum, bitch, I'm on the boat
I hope you choke, throw up and then croak
Wishin' he would like he made of oak

Hello, yo
Why pree? Ha
Yuh see mi?
Weh yuh mean? Bloodclaat, gunshot, yo

Mi a guh shell him ends, weh di Benz?
Weh di TEC? A revenge wi nuh walk wid nuh belt
Esyde, chop off yuh head wid di led
You a beg, sinner death hollowpoint inna chest
Gunshot, shell him head like ah egg
Wi defend wid di rifle, nuh play pon nuh bench
Esyde slap off yuh face, then wi leff
Alien, NASA haffi 'fraid when wi step
Di bwoy dem a follow mi, wanna be badda mi
Haffi a show dem a one a mi, chatter nuh badda mi
Roll wid di AK and di dramatic, badda mi
Mi mek the six pants kick dem like Ibrahimović
Gunshot, daggering inna another skin
Bayshot spray out supm like a piss
Blood pon di main road nothin' like ah drinks
Chop off yuh head wid shot like bin
Dem delicate, yuh pretend fi be dread
'Til the rifle a beat inna yuh head
Esyde, lock off 'e road wid di TEC
Mek 'e cops haffi lock off 'e road to dem ends (Yo, gunshot)

Bloodclaat, bun 'em like Sprite
Yo, bredren, gwaan pass mi di light
Real general, real cannibal
Real taliban pon my side (Yo)
Dem bwoy dem nuh like mi cah mi a tief wife
Dem bwoy dem nuh like mi cah mi a tek life (Yo)
Real life, wi a bubble Red Stripe
Why pree? Hello

Hello, yo
Why pree? Ha
Yuh see mi?
Weh yuh mean? Bloodclaat, gunshot, yo