[Intro: Popcaan]
Yeah
MAC-11 'pon me front seat
Anywhere you duppy there, the killy them a come f'it
From me send Skilli, trouble there a them feet
Boy head a fi go buss, it could a tough like concrete
Ratchet up the 'matic, a crime a complete
'Pon di drive-by, a full a designer man beat
You see it?
Trouble, foot, feet

[Chorus: Rich The Kid, Popcaan]
And me a pull up with a rocket launcher (Weh)
I let her ride the dick just like a Honda (Yuh fuck)
And when me leave the house, I bring the chopper (Boop)
Me a rider with a rocket launcher (Psycho business)

[Post-Chorus: Skillibeng]
Fire mi gun and make it rocket launch
Mi knock it off, somebody face dropping off, gun inna mi hand
Vengeance inna mi heart, tail an a walk wid mi gun
Mi nuh Johnny Bravo, mi dawgs run di country, wi haffi bad

[Verse 1: Skillibeng]
Just buy a K and it have it pon sumadi body drop
Wi nuh fraid a nuh Babylon
Try do nuh dare like caviar
From mi seh yo a mi rifle nuh haffi ask
Mi G, dem rich and mi link dem stink like seh a did sumadi fart
Yo like some a mi dawg dem a Taliban
A pure rifle, wi nuh live under yuh caliber
Couple bitch like Barbie doll
Waan mi cock, waan deal wid it like animal, yeah
Yo, Rich the Kid, where the party at?
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