Radio Danger

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo Yizzy Check [Verse] Top boy, young boy for the new gen Selling my name, and front for some newcomer 'Cuh man ah bury any newcomer Ask none of the bars but I'ma newgunner Still coming for the top boys wig That's not your riddim, you're just lending Top boys really wanna hate up on a kid When I rass, when I flip, it's peak when man ah start Sending, sending, sending, sending shots When I send shots, you're bound to get shot Dem boy there are some internet badman Live in the flesh, everybody's like, "Huh?" Huh, blud, what you mean "What?" Send disstracks, get a man rushed like Dot Go on, skengman say it with your chest Fam, if you're gonna do it, [?] do it like what Bring the beat down and lemme do this 'Cause this next bit here is when I lose it It's the music business, flip this, rip this Need a witness for the music Can you do this for the music gg Do it for the money, bun LinkUpTV Next one says that "It's grime that's shaky" (How?) You don't post grime on a daily Shut ya mout, you ain't there for youth Just another likkle brother telling lies, not truth I'll aim and let 8 bars fly this morning Like I'm chilling on a couch with Ruth No [?] If you're already popping [?] You just think "Lemme sign him through" and "How much money can I make from you?" I know too many industry detail About too many male and female But lemme keep that on the low 'cuh I don't wanna get blocked like an email 'Cuh I love this industry Same time bun this industry Same time got nothing but love to the ones that helped do bits for me Stop Lemme take it back for the minute Rap for the minute Man a might snap in a minute 'Cuh they really wanna really run up in a war with the bars It's calm 'cuh I'm sending a bar for the minute This riddim is a female Thought that was your girl? Oh well, hotel, beat her for a minute Danger, danger, wanna war with me? Danger, danger, war with the team 'Cause a man said he wanna diss ire, no If I see man, them man will run fast I body rass, can't let that pass How ya mean, ya tryna come 'cross 'Cause a man said he wanna diss a killer like no If I see man, them man will run fast I body rass, can't let that pass How ya mean, ya tryna come 'cross [?] cross Man are not friends like Joey and Ross Like Madeline, them boy will get lost I spin a boss And them boy, them boy are washed Them boy ain't ready for the new kid Them boy, them have got no sauce Them boy are [?] tooth Don't call man bro like Philip and Ross I body rass, I body bumba Better than man and I'm five years younger Like to sip juice but I don't smoke ganja Still bun up on a set like Danjah Bars go over your head like a jumper I just wanna whine on a bumper Straight in, lemme get that number Gotta make sure I shut down shows Tryna be the young king like Caesar Peng gyal chilling at the bar like "whoa" She sees me, I seize her, I step like "Wagwan, b, it's nice to meet you" She's like, "Hi, my name Shaniqua" I said "Hi, I'm Yizzy, what ya drinking?"