Strap Up (feat. Shandilare)

Money Guns all out Dem think man a Santa Claus youth Chop, chop, chop Choppings Mek them know seh a Bas360, tho Lare, Icy, okay Go harder, flow cold, need a sweater Ghost rider, whip Spider Always trapped up, hard times locked up I was in the bankrupt, now a cop a Benz truck I'ma get that paper straight, try to stop me pussy late Sleep diss him, bullets hit him, I'ma miss him with a rage That's a rampage, 45, 12 gauge Sniper for the long range, Bankroll, heavyweight, crime scene, yellow tape Dem make me strap up, strap up, strap up And now dem endz get hot up, hot up, hot up Blood pon the ground, ready fi mop up, mop up And me got the Glock 40 a clap up, clap up Dem no have the ammunition fi sustain war Tell the fassi hole dem yes fi stay far (yeah) Cause we a lock di place, all in a rain star (boom) Ethiopian flag, we a wave star, brave star From the east side to the west side Grants Pen don't play then, talk it tough, just wait dem Where you at, I'ma spray dem, don't let me cause a mayhem Run up, it's a grave dig, lay you down on the pavement Lot a blood with a spent shell My shooters, they don't play nigga I peep the game, you a lame nigga Two Glocks, Max Payne nigga I'm fully load like a new Bimma I crack his skull, I'm a real killer Ain't make a step, you scared nigga Red lights on your head nigga I squeeze trigger, you a dead nigga None a dem no bad man, a way happen to dem, them a chatty bloodclaat mouth Nuff a dem weh say dem hard enno, dem no hard a bomboclaat, them think dem a concrete wall Bomboclaat A me guns them from Great Pond Weh me thugs dem, just a wait pan Bus head spray like spray can Inna the square cause man blatant Man dark like one Satan Man no deal with sensation Bun dem cause dem a pagan Dutty heart will get the Bagon Pussy stand up inna war if yo tuff Me buss your shirt, bun dung your house, Yo no see deh war ya f*ck up Weh dem a go the double spinner mek them bahl and shut up Bout you a killer, now a dog a nham u dinner, yes it kinda f*ck up Me no care bout that man and this man, Shot pitch one inna rubbish pan From you diss man, shot respond, Call me dogs dem from a distance See the cops and ambulance patrolling, while the boy a piss pants The rifle dem a troll him, lef him holey like a Christian Me half ask di question What dem go do? Why dem go test man? Why dem switch and run go call the feds Dem shitty like a Sep Tank Rise it, kotch it pon me shoulders Mek the rifle sing like Tessanne It's a bloody mess It no pleasant. Dem make me strap up, strap up, strap up, strap up Now endz hot up, hot up, hot up Blood pon the ground, ready fi mop up, mop up And me got the Glock 40 a clap up, clap up Man a star, general from birth Lick the kutchie cup and buss it up, stand firm A me police can't touch, nah search We a blaze fire see the dutty beast dem burn It crazy how some boy say dem bad And when the time come fi prove that Dem tun a big coward Some a unnu a snitch, claim seh unnu bad Pussy, hold dem yah (boop boop boop)