BUN HIM ON GOD

Big gun upon hip

I make dance clear quick

Bem bwoy all talk dem mus tink dem slick

Ya **** get smoke like twos pan cig

Twin barrel pan shotty mek ya eyes tun big

Yu haffi aka wah the bad man did

Mi dun roll tuh fi dem ends none of dem man big

Dey dun talk bare shit but dem still ain’t slid

Yuh cud ave told mi dat im beefing kid

Could have told me that I beefing wah

3 man 2 skengs in a blacked out car

Circle ends they all know who we are

Try run from the shh he ain’t get too far

Big ching pon the bad man’s waist

Only time we a runs from the bloodclaart Jake’s

Circles small just fam not mates

He dun talked online sent him up to the gates

Sent him up to the lard

Bun him on god

Sent him up to the lard

Bun him on god

Sent him up to the lard

Bun him on god

Sent him up to the lard

Bun him on god

Come around right here this a different shelling

Shutdown the rave in every set and setting

We wild out

Selecta wheel it up let ‘em freak out

Feel like a freak on a leash

Taking a walk in the park

Feel like Hades, I was built from the dark

Lights, camera, action now we lit from the start

Take off, don’t pretend

That this world don’t really make no sense

I cannot lie

Karma must be a paigon for you people that done me wrong

Trust in the process

The way we own the stage is like we possessed

Pull up like Rambo

Hear the crowd go wild whole ting about to BLOW

(BLOW!)

Sent him up to the lard

Bun him on god

Sent him up to the lard

Bun him on god

Sent him up to the lard

Bun him on god

Sent him up to the lard

Bun him on god

Big gun upon hip

I make dance clear quick

Bem bwoy all talk dem mus tink dem slick

Ya **** get smoke like twos pan cig