
Anyone (Mixtape Mix) Young Kye (Ft. Izzie Gibbs, Reds & Wiley)
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[Sample: PAUG vs Heartless Crew]
After mi bring yuh pon bumbaclart mic tribute yeh
Yuh come up here and try diss badman!
Alright, Bushkin!
Run the riddim, run the riddim!
Run the bludclart riddim!
(Slow down)
Run the bludclart riddim!
Man ah fassyhole!
Man ah fassyhole!
[Chorus: Wiley]
Shotgun, shot pump, shot anyone
Diss who? Diss, them, diss anyone
Fire what? Fire who? Fire ah go bun
Black what? Black who? Black R1
Shotgun, shot pump, shot anyone
Diss who? Diss, them, diss anyone
Fire what? Fire who? Fire ah go bun
Black what? Black who? Black R1
[Verse 1: Young Kye]
Yeah, man made Ps, man did road
Man move keys, man move Os
Mano got a body, then he went jail
Served four years, Mano came home
Then got another case, then I got a case
Back to my ends, then I met Nafe
Man don't know, I do my ting
Don't fuck with the digits or fuck up the pay
I just went and caught a case (bust my stick)
Been in station for a day
No comments in the interview
I ain't got a word to say
Ain't no friend of mine a snitch
Bust the case or ride the bid
Ain't a nigga serving no time
For something man might've did
Yeah, I was seventeen when I built a phone
You get that work like you're Calicoe
I was a shooter like Swagger
The youngers, they must've forgot but you niggas know
What's all the fuss and the talk about?
Niggas talk shit, tryna draw you out
I just got a lick for a large amount
Fuck all the beef, look what guns you can order now
Yeah, this is not Hollywood
I shot the bobby in front of the Molly shop
Before I bought a box, before I bought a Glock
LF to dem ends, my niggas, we got it locked
Niggas talk bodies, no bodies drop
After my tape, man'll probably stop
You took a L, should have got him shot
When you're from the L, this is all you've got
(Bust my stick with this rusty clip)
Light up the strip that you swerve from the feds
(Bang, bang anywhere)
No love in my heart until one of them's dead
This kind of life make you burn your connect
This kind of life make you murder your friend
This kind of life made you (Bang, bang anywhere)
This kind of life made me (Bust my stick with this rusty clip)
After mi bring yuh pon bumbaclart mic tribute yeh
Yuh come up here and try diss badman!
Alright, Bushkin!
Run the riddim, run the riddim!
Run the bludclart riddim!
(Slow down)
Run the bludclart riddim!
Man ah fassyhole!
Man ah fassyhole!
[Chorus: Wiley]
Shotgun, shot pump, shot anyone
Diss who? Diss, them, diss anyone
Fire what? Fire who? Fire ah go bun
Black what? Black who? Black R1
Shotgun, shot pump, shot anyone
Diss who? Diss, them, diss anyone
Fire what? Fire who? Fire ah go bun
Black what? Black who? Black R1
[Verse 1: Young Kye]
Yeah, man made Ps, man did road
Man move keys, man move Os
Mano got a body, then he went jail
Served four years, Mano came home
Then got another case, then I got a case
Back to my ends, then I met Nafe
Man don't know, I do my ting
Don't fuck with the digits or fuck up the pay
I just went and caught a case (bust my stick)
Been in station for a day
No comments in the interview
I ain't got a word to say
Ain't no friend of mine a snitch
Bust the case or ride the bid
Ain't a nigga serving no time
For something man might've did
Yeah, I was seventeen when I built a phone
You get that work like you're Calicoe
I was a shooter like Swagger
The youngers, they must've forgot but you niggas know
What's all the fuss and the talk about?
Niggas talk shit, tryna draw you out
I just got a lick for a large amount
Fuck all the beef, look what guns you can order now
Yeah, this is not Hollywood
I shot the bobby in front of the Molly shop
Before I bought a box, before I bought a Glock
LF to dem ends, my niggas, we got it locked
Niggas talk bodies, no bodies drop
After my tape, man'll probably stop
You took a L, should have got him shot
When you're from the L, this is all you've got
(Bust my stick with this rusty clip)
Light up the strip that you swerve from the feds
(Bang, bang anywhere)
No love in my heart until one of them's dead
This kind of life make you burn your connect
This kind of life make you murder your friend
This kind of life made you (Bang, bang anywhere)
This kind of life made me (Bust my stick with this rusty clip)
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