Lyrics Gridlock - YGG, Manga Saint Hilare, GHS

Gridlock

Badabadadada, C-A-M, that
Badabadadada, K-O-double-F
Badabadadada, who’s that breh?
That
Badabadadada, badabadadada
Badabadadada, Bad Ombré
Badabadadada, Camden Lad
Badabadadada, and it’s the, and it’s the
Badabadadada, King Yosho
Oi, you, back off
'Fore MCs get slapped like back off
Dem man are spineless, took their back off
You don’t wanna see LS slap off
Wanna test LS?
Come like iCloud
Man better have backup
Press the button, but it ain’t back up
Lick down MCs so they won’t get back up
Tell them don’t move
Move, get bax
Pussy youts
Man ah see through cats
But that’s not new, that’s not news
That’s just facts
Dick your girl, she sends nudes
To my Snap, don’t have that
Yo, mic check, 1−2
Man ah rally and pattern up when I want to
Just know that manaman’s top three
I ain’t the one though, murk when I want to
Dance get slumped, money ah go bun
Easily add to the tally when I want to
Lyrics can’t done, fire ah go bun
MCs better sekkle yourself, you’ll get bun too
GHS 3310 again, soundbwoy dead again
Bwoy better go to their bed again
If I hear the voice in my head again
Rudeboy, what you know about madman?
Man are wicked man, man ah see red, take out ten of dem
Everyting gonna get perish and bury them
Bury them, bury them fast
Informer, don’t mek a next talk
Yo, it’s the Waterboy
Oi, oi, Waterboy
I bet you any money if I swing my baseball bat-bat
That’s the Waterboy
C-A-double-N-O-N, Waterboy
Loose Cannon, Waterboy
Yo, Flowdan, aim and rise the bazooka
Waterboy
It’s the mad one, AKA slap one
You don’t wanna see the billy GOAT
Trendsetter, check out the video
Man act hard, but ain’t really though
Blud, it’s mad, AKA Saf
You don’t wanna see don don
Don’t care where you come from
Heart attack, man ah counter attack with a bomb-bomb
It’s like wicked and wild, plenty of style
Head of the pile, flows so fine
Dem man are dead, come like River Nile
Never ever done a live set, live inside
Inside, inside
Dem haffi know seh we’re live inside
Tell a dead guy tek time 'fore we tek life
'Cause we don’t play dem games on TheOtherSide
Yeah, the flow’s sick more time
Bars so sick more time, gas crowds when I spit more time
You’ve spent years in the game
Like Romeo, you won’t get more time
More time is suttin' you might need
More time spitters talk bad, more time spitters talk greaze
More time, the above
Is something that they don’t be
I come through like one punch man
Don’t drink beer, I’m a rum punch man
Chicken and chips, not a pub lunch man
Bet you’ll see stars like lovestruck man
Wanna try it?
Then good luck, man
That right there’s not a good look, man
Verse come through like a nunchuck, man
So you best have your gloves up, fam
Ayo, live and kicking
When we keep murking, grime can’t dead
These likkle man are talking, I’m bringing them the bawling
They wouldn’t last one minute on a grime set
When we pull up to your function with no introduction
A couple eight bars, everyting slap weh
Deal wid the matter, mek the crowd scatter
Stop all the chat when DJ press play, yo