Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gridlock, artist - YGG. Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |