Ballistic

Lyrics

[Intro] It's Rynsa Man [Verse 1: Grim Sickers] Yeah, stick it on him until he can't stand up I'll start raining on his wig like dandruff Round the corner, what's that? That's mad stuff Slumped him there, don don should've manned up Hundred bagged up, fifty bagged up Black bin bag him, make sure you get bagged up Bedroom bagged up, whole crew bagged up Bet against Grim till your bank gets bankrupt Crew'll get nyammed up, spin a top boy, that's another two bags up Your swag don't match up I'm Merky times M, that's Ghost Writer Catch Up If my bars sound old, go away and come back two weeks in a row, that's another new batch up Top boy clapped up, neck get grabbed up Chest get stabbed up [Verse 2: Hitman] Yeah, I get wheels, dem man don't The wordplay that I pack is cutthroat Mention my family, there's no hope Man ah purchase a big ting and turn man ghost No, it ain't magic when your headtop floats Laugh out loud when you get that joke Dem man are good boys, they won't even know You ain't no shotta 'cause you move couple Os I know real Gs, dem man are road Ain't got no heart, dem man are cold So, think, why did you wanna act up? Man'll remove your jaws and get slapped up From the look in the eye, I can tell you ain't rough You man are moist, wet like cloth Check out the CV, dem man ah flop Some get deals and then get dropped [Verse 3: Blaydez] I shot food from a farmer Not no zoo but I roll with the llamas Like Chief Keef, ain't round for the drama Man don't ever wanna see me blow So when I'm on the road, man roll with the armour Think you're safe? Got guys in Lewisham Tottenham, even got guys in Ghana So don't think cuh we ain't in the same ends That a man can't get himself spun, no Sama Mandem in the bits roll out with the heat Roadside gets hot but it ain't no sauna Man don't wanna get hit with the sawnoff Holes in chest, whole body gets torn up 'Cause of the life they live They ain't gonna start ringing off shots till the clip get worn up Growing up, mandem ah show no love Cuh getting snaked up was the life I was born up [Verse 4: Myles] I'm here to enjoy myself at the party I don't drink too much 'cause if I drink too much Then I might start talking darg shit Wine up a random ting in a bait place Where it ain't safe and people be talking And start thinking "oh well" to my girl But I'm sure that I'll be sorry in the morning Wake up sweating and I'm yawning Bumbaclarted, I ain't yardie But I might start talking some yardie A wah di bumbaclart bloodclart rahtid? Grim, I'll rip man like their body's In the bottom of the Lock down Camden Market Leave 'em deceased, I'm a beast and I'll take your beauty Like I was your typical mixed-race teen How you mean? How you mean? Thought you knew about the team [Verse 5: Big Zuu] Like why you wanna come with your bad talk? Talk like you're on it but you ain't ever backed war You're more on ducking out of ends like Stanmore Man don't wanna get banged raw Leave man with more than a bad jaw Cuh the hits hit heads like dank draws Find it hard to move like pack stores Don't fuck with my gang, or You'll hold bangs Anybody fuck with my dans, hold bangs Talk 'bout your gun, man hold bangs Only thing that you ah shot is grams, so For the gas, hold bangs Don't think that you're bad for the chat, hold bangs Like a whip that writ off, fam, you'll get scrapped I done said that you'll hold bangs