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R96
R96
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R96
R96
Producer

Lyrics

365 on the back roads
No Jack Jones
I be going where the gang goes
Man get agro
Shank to the backbone
In my black clothes
Bag white in the bando
Bud coloured tango
Sweet like mango
Gyal go commando
Hop on the banjo
Cats know
That I never slip on the handle
Step to your yard
Whole team dismantled
Bally on man look villainous
On an opp block got runtz we billing it
Big 45's and we ride out militant
Extendos on the clip like bridgerton
Spit these synonyms sweet like cinnamon
Stack that p cash flow ain't limited
Whole life pivoted same equivalent
Free broski and my guys they innocent
I'm a fuckin' badman and I've been that way since birth
And I ain't got time for your bullshit don't talk road if you ain't touched curb
Too much cap when the back is turned
These snakes in the grass need to fuckin' learn
If a yute try test my patience six feet deep leave him in the dirt
Think I'm taking the piss
Don't miss leave holes in a man like swiss
Grip stiff on the clip stay close to the hip
Time shift when the watch on the wrist don't tick
Twist that in a spliff get back move quick
Never catch me fib only stack these bricks
Pyrex on the stove mix that with a whisk
If my name in your mouth keep it out like smith
I'm a work of art no easel
Back my dogs like a John Wick squeal
Petrol tank that I fill with diesel
In a haystack tryna find me a needle
No we not equal different people
Line gets hot and that shit get lethal
Don't paise god when we hit cathedral
Look to my eyes and you see pure evil
Two burners and the pack amnesia
Check my neck VVS give seizures
Spread that heat like a fever
Can't see me like a man John Cena
Scream like Aretha sweet ribena
Knock down doors in these fuckin' beaters
Half to a litre ice to a freezer
True what they say I'm no average geezer
I'm a fuckin' badman and I've been that way since birth
And I ain't got time for your bullshit don't talk road if you ain't touched curb
Too much cap when the back is turned
These snakes in the grass need to fuckin' learn
If a yute try test my patience six feet deep leave him in the dirt
In for my cake need more than a slice
Spent half of the night just baggin that spice
When the hotline bling I'll be out in five
Don't make man wait or it's double the price
If an opp sight imma bang that twice
Man I feel this life is my only vice
And I'm so precise with a kitchen knife
Must've shaved that yute bout a hundred times
I'm a fuckin' badman and I've been that way since birth
And I ain't got time for your bullshit don't talk road if you ain't touched curb
Too much cap when the back is turned
These snakes in the grass need to fuckin' learn
If a yute try test my patience six feet deep leave him in the dirt
Written by: R96, Renton Duthie
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