Vawulence ft. BackRoad Gee Lyrics

Vawulence ft. BackRoad Gee - Naira Marley

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This is crazy

Turn a Q to ounce

Turn a ounce to a 9

And the 9 turned to a box

And the box came wit' a strap

Strap came in the box

The guns real not props

Put your main man in a box

Fuck around, get got

We da kids your mama warned you about (We violent)

What the fuck you really talking 'bout? (Gangster move in silence)

OTR, you know I'm on the run (Fuck the trident)

We da kids your mama warned you about (Nigga, we're violent)

And I stay on my gang shit

Big dick energy, big dick bandit

When we pull up that's tragic

Caught 3 in 1's yeah, that's hat trick

Violate get quick response

Dem no say Toys R Us

Dem no want war with us

If I put the whistle on it you won't hear no noise

All you hear is

You didn't hear shit right

Get the job done right

Top striker nuh miss and I shoot with right

We da kids your mama warned you about (We violent)

What the fuck you really talking about? (Gangster move in silence)

OTR, you know I'm on the run (Fuck the trident)

We da kids your mama warned you about (Nigga, I'm violent)

Turn a mansion to a bando (Bando)

Turn amapiano to a gang song (Gang song)

I'm the nigga you can count on

AK, Tech, Mac - no laptop

They try ride dey crash dey dash I laugh

Who's that? See an opp, reverse

Work rate mad I should man of the match

How many have I put underground?

Shoot in Amiri like Kay Flock

How many man have we sent to baba, God

Let's mind the business that pay us

I'll send Kickz to your door like ASOS

Let me explain why they hate us

Never mind, dem full of shit like anus

L is for London and Lagos

P is for Peckham and the F is for famous

We da kids your mama warned you about

What the fuck you really talking 'bout?

OTR you know I'm on the run (OTR, OTR, OTR)

We da kids your mama warned you about

When it's war, separate the boys from men

Outside there's no friends, only brothers over here

Real steppas over here

Brick boys over here

Drug dealers over here

Boy, stay over there

I'm slap him, attack him

On a Vandam ting, them kids can't hack it

OTR, free the guys cant play with us, why

Cah shh got bun

More action, less chattings

Need more woosh for the splatterin's

Like my boy said, "Cha pon dem"

Whaum to them?

Vroom skrr, we there in a sec

I'm the kid you're mum warned you about

Outside ain't safe, boy hold it down

King Brukutu I'm live in the flesh

When ... got shot, I was there

This is crazy