Lyrics

Backstage, couple drinks, I'm loose All I see is bums and boobs I'm turnt, step on the stage Buster cannon, man gon' blow up the room Buster cannon, blow up the room Buster cannon, blow up the room Lickin' down shows and I'm bringing in racks Buster cannon blow up the room Backstage, couple drinks, I'm loose All I see is bums and boobs I'm turnt, step on the stage Buster cannon, man gon' blow up the room Buster cannon, blow up the room Buster cannon, blow up the room Lickin' down shows and I'm bringing in racks Buster cannon, blow up the room Man's from Grove, you already know Beg friend who? Kick him in a hole Bare Nike ticks on the kicks, that shows Asked who I am, she already knows Gang only, gangdem, that's bros Fam know me, famdem, let's go "Can I get a verse?" Big fat no Squad with smoke, click clack blow Man chat nuff, go get a job Girls want cuff, I just want gwop You're a wasteman, you're a big fat slob Don't have a fit, don't cry, don't sob Turn up to shows, I'm already drunk Shelling down grime, I don't do funk Guys got the shotgun, big like Inch And the barrel come long like a elephant's trunk (Wah?) Stepping on checks, stepping onstage I don't want a beat from them man, that's dead If it ain't Nyge or Faze then it's Tre Cuh the beat sound like an impact to the head Backstage entrance, no front door Got a plus 10 and they've got a plus 4 Man do graveyard when I'm on tour Don't chase girls, lose one, there's more
Writer(s): Tres Von Carimbocas, Che Wolton Grant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out