Drummer (feat. Kranium)
Bumboclaat
It's Gucci, Big Boss
Don't try me boy, I'll send you to your maker
Then I go spend Christmas in Jamaica
Big badger gun, I brought it for my haters
I left the barrel smokin' like a Garcia y Vega
Gucci Man, ah wicked, he a cold Don
Fuck the police, man, 'cause they can't stop naan
Your partner, he a bitch, that boy won't kill naan
Pretty boy, a lover man, a real puss
I don't fear your shooters, think they all sus
Bad on his head like a wave brush
If copying is flattery, I feel touched
But this ain't flag football
I'll get your head bust
Never fear dem
Better warn dem
Boy de gwaan like seh dey waan war, war
Never hold back
We haffi rise high
Man ready fi all dem, yeah
Chillin' on the beach
Smokin' on a phantom leaf
Backseat there to figure, think
My life is a fantasy
Niggas, they be dissin' me
Knowing they be diggin' me
Misery loves company
I'll take you our your misery
Lick a shot at enemies
My gun does not shoot Hennessy
Niggas be too timid
And they end up dead like Timothy
Why you actin' pussy bwoy
Like I'ma show you sympathy
Suck your mother, pussy boy
You should know not romp with me
Never fear dem
Better warn dem
Boy de gwaan like seh dey waan war, war
Never hold back
We haffi rise high
Man ready fi all dem, yeah
Never fear dem
Better warn dem
Boy de gwaan like seh dey waan war, war
Never hold back
We haffi rise high
Man ready fi all dem, yeah
It's Gucci, Big Boss
Don't try me boy, I'll send you to your maker
Then I go spend Christmas in Jamaica
Big badger gun, I brought it for my haters
I left the barrel smokin' like a Garcia y Vega
Gucci Man, ah wicked, he a cold Don
Fuck the police, man, 'cause they can't stop naan
Your partner, he a bitch, that boy won't kill naan
Pretty boy, a lover man, a real puss
I don't fear your shooters, think they all sus
Bad on his head like a wave brush
If copying is flattery, I feel touched
But this ain't flag football
I'll get your head bust
Never fear dem
Better warn dem
Boy de gwaan like seh dey waan war, war
Never hold back
We haffi rise high
Man ready fi all dem, yeah
Chillin' on the beach
Smokin' on a phantom leaf
Backseat there to figure, think
My life is a fantasy
Niggas, they be dissin' me
Knowing they be diggin' me
Misery loves company
I'll take you our your misery
Lick a shot at enemies
My gun does not shoot Hennessy
Niggas be too timid
And they end up dead like Timothy
Why you actin' pussy bwoy
Like I'ma show you sympathy
Suck your mother, pussy boy
You should know not romp with me
Never fear dem
Better warn dem
Boy de gwaan like seh dey waan war, war
Never hold back
We haffi rise high
Man ready fi all dem, yeah
Never fear dem
Better warn dem
Boy de gwaan like seh dey waan war, war
Never hold back
We haffi rise high
Man ready fi all dem, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Kemar Kevan Donaldson, Anthony Germaine White
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