Fun With It - Ard Adz, Jboy

No going home, I’m live in the streets

Your girl got boom by this brown-skin G

Man do road like, «Money ain’t for me»

Invade homes, we the housin' team

She go got cartridges of that crew

And we lick it out on they road

J Boy’s always been a bit cocky

Man just take your bitch, she get low

And I got bars for days, now they pree me

Their eyes watchin' me like I’m TV

Man shot free, man don’t need no EP

Gyal had said he virgin and they move sneaky

All-black trackie and a beanie

That’s my style, I swear they see me

Gyal just cattie, don’t want leave me

Dem man scatty, man so cheesy

(Sku-du-du-du-du-du)

All o' my dogs are grown, none of them rep two digits

Let a man try at this show, I’ll be, I’m there in two minutes

Lick a man down on my own, I let a man know who did it

I’m greezy all on my own, man know Adz move wicked

I’ll put a new mash on the block, now the old mash looks jealous

Just got chased by the cops, now I gotta go eat jollof

My lot send off the shots, you eat corn like Kelloggs

My lot lying in the field, you lot look like hedgehogs

Juice in my cup got me fucked like there ain’t no twenty-four hours in my day

I like to get paid

Bro just four for and eight, so I gotta step out for a chain

Ounce in a day

I was moving ounces and ounces, until I got locked by the Jakes

I not fuck with the fakes, 'cause don’t try to switch for a bitch

I’m like, «Shit, man, what a mistake»

Boom, payday come

You spend it in a night and now payday done

Man wanna say my name on a tree

Man a catch man, man get Beyblade spun

What? Why say namin' sons?

What? Man’ll put blade in lungs

What? Where are you gettin' all this energy from

Blood, you ain’t even ate in months

No face, no case, best run

Man do rollie to see red rum

A man do shows, pitch them hoes

They get home then the place get turnt

Sip that liquor

Gyal get boned, then she skate like figure

Heart went cold, lost bro, that was hurtful

But I still got Adz like commercial

J, pass me the zoot

Play pound up, I’m lardy or two

Fuck dem man, you got ten man

But he’ll get licked down by the army of two

When man bang, my dogs on it

Dem man bad? Far from it

If I catch man, run man over

Reverse car and park on him

Please don’t make me start on them

Headbutt too, keep my style foreign

She put her two lips on my column

Like gyal love gang, yeah they beatin' on 'em

I been doin' road

Smoke through the sum' now I’m feeling that show

Next trip dem like you can come home

Ting bark like dog, so we fill it with bone

Dem man are on QuickQuid, tyrna go get them a lend (idiots)

Me? I’m tryna get rich quick, then I’m gon' share with my friends (with all of

them)

Dem man dial bitches to come and fuck, but

When them bitches come, they cut, 'cause they’re all sharin' the Benz

None of my dogs do judge, all o' my dog dem lucky

Tell 'em J, don’t just juke, I run a man down like Chuckie

Tell a man don’t diss Adz, I run a man down with a cuttie

Bitch in a car and Chanel, she get low and give a man ucky

My dog step in the place, see the whole place get tunnup

Manna don’t step with a gauge, you know say gang gon' run up, blaow

My dog rolls with the trey, man, your whole team get bunnup

Like, man you get best with a tray, cocoon got heat, like sun up

You feel me?

Aye

On some Brixton boy shit, you feel me on this?

Don’t be attin' mans sayin', «Man do grime, «you feel me?

Man grew up on grime, I had to touch up a one beat

Ah? Aye

You feel me? Boom!