Touch Road (feat. Tafari)

Hollow tip in skin, we don't do lipping ting
Turn it in a beast mode ye ye
Yota
Big up ya self Rick
Ye ye ye ye yeah
Top
We don't do di fist fight
Form
Records
Ha huh
Tuffside

Ming lef bodies like shells on street
7.62 make dem look like dem fell from feet
Frank strap like a seat belt in a front seat
I know men who sell shots
Fa me they sell some cheap

Bad like Itchy Boo from Nelson street
Deadly like cholera
No medicine fee
A Funeral service
Small well and reefs
Top Form and tuffside bad tell some freak

Anytime we touch road ye we got di gun load
Put di switch pon di glock turn it ina beast moode
All of my dogs fully and them love to tek soul
Whole of d Caribbean know me wicked and cold
Try test me now me gine mek me gun rise
Put shot ina head we don't do di fist fight
Kill any enemy me see ina me sight
Pussy them nah go resurrect like them name Christ

We rise thirty two's a thirty eight
A riffle wid a silencer
Shot guns that break back n a custom made Tec 9
Shell catchers pon di side when we step to mek crime
Tek people life before people try to tek mine
Bullet in intestine
It travel and it break spine
Pussyhole caress 9
To me it is di best time
I don't deal with di mouth chatting or di chest crime
Ya parents I wud mek find ya body when it collect bines
Yota

Ye, Yo Diin
Zone 6 ye them know a choppa ting
7.62 tear off skin
Catch them as them bun a spliff ye early morning
Everybody tek shot a black rain falling
Parish Land man put them ina coffin
Regular we lef boy mother bawling
We nah miss wen me shoot like Neymar pon di wing

Anytime we touch road ye we got di gun load
Put di switch pon di glock turn it ina beast mode
All of my dogs fully and them love to tek soul
Whole of di Caribbean know me wicked and cold
Try test me now me gine mek me gun rise
Put shot ina head we don't do di fist fight
Kill any enemy me see ina me sight
Pussy them nah go resurrect like them name Christ

Them cant mix me like magnum and Smirnoff to make hickle
Nuff men switch up on the team but I stay triple
Do road like a prickle
Nothing can make me bull
Ming antisocial cause he hate people
When Pat-Rice step to go fa them
He land by di front door and if it look di back gate he pull
Shots fly like ladybug
God Goof real evil

Wild and mean
None of them nuh bad like we
Them can not style triple c
Tafari ready to squeeze
We wild and mean
None of them nuh bad like we
Them can't diss m,i,n,g

Anytime we touch road ye we got di gun load
Put di switch pon di Glock turn it ina beast mode
All of my dogs fully and them love to tek soul
Whole of di Caribbean know me wicked and cold
Try test me now me gine mek me gun rise
Put shot ina head we don't do di fist fight
Kill any enemy me see ina me sight
Pussy them nah go resurrect like them name Christ

We wild and mean
None of them nuh bad like we
Them can not style triple c
Tafari ready to squeeze
We wild and mean
None of them nuh bad like we
Them can't diss m,i,n,g
Ha huh
Yota



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Nieves
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