Boom - Nadia Rose

One time.

at band camp.

Right, so I don’t know what to say for the intro

'ight so boom

Tings get mad when I mash up the room

Eh, DJ, fuck off, pull up the tune (wheel it, wheel it, wheel it)

Hit rewind, then you press resume (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Skrrt in the whip, no top on the coupe

Looking like I mashed up the roof

Mash up recordings, mash up the booth

Mash up the stage, mash up a zoot

Mash up in the venue, mash up en route

Mash up the headlines, mash up the news

Mash up the TEC-9, mash up the Uzi

Mash up off dank, mash up off booze

Frass up and mash up your crew

You know how we do

Can’t nobody fuck with my team

Ain’t nobody fucking with Nadz

Fucking with Bamz

Ain’t nobody fucking with Keish, fucking with Reece

Ain’t nobody fucking with Ash

Can’t nobody fuck with my side

Can’t nobody fuck with my pride, I’ll swallow that

Get enough gigs like Hollowman

Everybody’s like «Nadz you don’t holla man»

Yeah, I don’t

I’ve be too busy getting reloads

Bound for the re-, for the reload

Everybody take cover, please take note

Kill rap beats and I kill techno

Jump in the whip, skrrt, kill petrol

Light my spliff, mi nuh like menthol

I get the crowd mental

You make the crowd go stiff

You make the crowd go home

You make the crowd go sleep

I make the crowd get turnt

Spliffs get burnt

I get the girldem lean

I make their knees go weak

They bang my shit on repeat, so please don’t speak

You sound better when you’re silent

Ring the alarms and ring off the sirens

Fuck all the fake dons, forget the drama

Bun all the pythons

Big up your bredrins, bring all the arms out

Bring all the violence

They’ll call the po-po, but fuck the five-O

And fuck the Trident

I am your highness

Hear me in your speakers?

Then you better rewind it

Can’t nobody fuck with my flows

Can’t nobody fuck with my dro, oh no no

Can’t nobody see me on road

Pree my kicks and say «what are those?»

What are those?

Can’t nobody fuck with my Nikes

Can’t nobody fuck with my pride, I’ll swallow that

I get enough gigs like Hollowman

Everybody’s like «Nadz you don’t holla man»

Yeah, I don’t

I’ve be too busy getting reloads

Bound for the re-, for the reload

Everybody take cover, please take note

Kill rap beats and I kill techno

Jump in the whip, skrrt, kill petrol

Light my spliff, mi nuh like menthol

I get the crowd mental

I make the crowd get dark

Bitch, and I’m the spark

Bust or put your lighters up

A little higher, you ain’t high enough

Kill 'em with the bass and the drums

Kill 'em with the punchline, fuck around, kill 'em with the thump

Kill 'em with the pace of the tongue

Still ain’t safe if you run

Filling up the space in my lungs

Filling up the space in the trunk

Poured me a rum and I chased it with rum

Bought your tape and I want a refund

You don’t really really really wanna get spun

I know that you prayed it would end but I’ve just begun

This one time at band camp, everyone thought I was done

But then I came back like the rerun

Listen, I’m the shit like the runs

My old mate said I wouldn’t amount to nothing

But fuckin' hell, look at all the shit I’ve become

Fuckin' hell, I’ve got all the shit that you want, yes

The place goes off when my tune goes on

What else?

They know my style, I can’t do no wrong

You came up short, I just made it long

You don’t want beef like filet mignon

I bring the hype, then I’m gone