Lyrics

Hands to the knockers They hate us cus they block lovers Even got hoes till the mongers That's FYI so you think you be chasing mongers And a case gone bunkers But look, critics debunkers But I ain't gon stop Shi, I lost six summers Now im back on a sick numbers Using the streets for covers How you gon fuck with coban hungers Only but sharpshooters Its In the shack to you left brokers Now that's liver your breathless Tony tivess on the headdress so *** that we hair dress oh Checks that can *** Folds I could care less Look at my eyes Im a *** I need bedrest You won beef you better *** Im in your rude boy Hanging on corner With me gangsters, striking like vipers No bother test, me lyrically tear them apart Assassin with willepa bad man Wey step up on me yard Im in your rude boy Hanging on corner With me gangsters, striking like vipers No bother test, me lyrically tear them apart Assassin with willepa bad man Wey step up on me yard Say they burn every time you try to listen am Dissing am, sees is pissing me off With the beatness And I still kill em all With a razor like *** Hit wack MC's to me fall You better call the nurse cus by the time Im true with this battle verse They gonna need an ambulance Them gonna need a black coat Im cursed like vampires Eat them sees at night Fucking differences I still eat them in broad day light You want beef with me nigga Better stay out of sight Cus the next time we meet is gonna be a street fight Take you gums out of your mouth Leave your tooth where they are When you wanna freestyle All you had to say is ah Im in your rude boy Hanging on corner With me gangsters, striking like vipers No bother test, me lyrically tear them apart Assassin with willepa bad man Wey step up on me yard Im in your rude boy Hanging on corner With me gangsters, striking like vipers No bother test, me lyrically tear them apart Assassin with willepa bad man Wey step up on me yard (Talking)