Fun With It

No goin' home, I'm live in the streets

Your girl got boom by this brown-skin G

Man do road like, "Money ain't for me"

Invade homes, we the housin' team

She go got cartridges of that crew

And we lick it out on they road

J Boy's always been a bit cocky

Man just take your bitch, she get low

And I got bars for days, now they pree me

Their eyes watchin' me like I'm TV

Man shot free, man don't need no EP

Gyal said he virgin and they move sneaky

All black trackie and a beanie

That's my style, I swear they see me

Gyal just cattie, don't want leave me

Dem man scatty, man so cheesy

All o' my dogs are grown, none of them rep two digits

Let a man try at this show, I'll be, I'm there in two minutes

Lick a man down on my own, I let a man know who did it

I'm greezy all on my own, man know Adz move wicked

I'll put a new mash on the block, now the old mash looks jealous

Just got chased by the cops, now I gotta go eat jollof

My lot send off the shots, you eat corn like Kelloggs

My lot lyin' in the field, you lot look like hedgehogs

Juice in my cup got me fucked

Like there ain't no twenty-four hours in my day

I like to get paid

Bro just four for an eight, so I gotta step out for a chain

Ounce in a day

I was movin' ounces and ounces, until I got locked by the Jakes

I'm not fuck with the fakes

'Cause don't try to switch for a bitch

I'm like, "Shit, man, what a mistake"

Boom, payday come

You spend it in a night and now payday done

Man wanna say my name on a tree

Man a catch man, man get Beyblade spun

What? Why say namin' sons?

What? Man'll put blade in lungs

What? Where are you gettin' all this energy from?

Blood, you ain't even ate in months

No face, no case, best run

Man do rollie to see red rum

A man do shows, pitch them hoes

They come home and the place gets turnt

Sip that liquor

Gyal get boned, then she skate like figure

Heart went cold, lost bro, that was hurtful

But I still got Adz like commercial

J, pass me the zoot

Play pound up, I'm lardy or two

Fuck dem man, you got ten man

But he'll get licked down by the army of two

When man bang, my dogs on it

Dem man bad? Far from it

If I catch man, run man over

Reverse car and park on him

Please don't make me start on them

Headbutt too, keep my style foreign

She put her two lips on my column

Like gyal love gang, yeah they beatin' on 'em

I been doin' road

Smoke through the sum' now I'm feelin' that show

Next trip dem like youc an come home

Ting bark like dog, so we fill it with bone

Dem man are on QUickQuid

Tryna go get them a lend (Idiots)

Me? I'm tryna get rich quick

Then I'm gon' share with my friends (With all of them)

Dem man dial bitches to come and fuck

But when them bitches come, they cut

'Cause they're all sharin' the Benz

None of my dogs do judge

All o' my dog dem lucky

Tell 'em J, don't just juke, I run a man down like Chuckie

Tell a man don't diss Adz

I run a man down with a cuttie

Bitch in a car and Chanel

She get low and give a man ucky

My dog step in the place

See the whole place get tunnup

Manna don't step iwth a guage, you know say gang gon' run up

My dog rolls with the trey

Man your whole team get bunnup

Like, man you get best with a tray, cocoon got heat, like sun up