Unruly Dave East (Ft. Popcaan)

[Intro: Popcaan]
Murder, murder
Unruly
Bomboclaat do dem, Dane Ray?
Aye, Dave East, weh dem ah do, man?
Yuh fuck
Trouble! Killy!
Killy, man ah killy
Murder, murder
Bomboclaat do dem? Bomboclaat do dem, Dane Ray?
Wicked
Aye, Dave East, weh dem ah do, man?
Yuh fuck
Trouble!
Woii yoii killy
Killy, man ah killy
Weh dem ah do?

[Verse 1: Dave East & Popcaan]
Run it up
I cannot slow down, I ain't done enough
Wray and Nephew shots fucked my stomach up
I done done a lot, natty dread with me yellin' bomboclaat (Bomboclaat)
I just bought another Glock
Give your ass a stomach shot (Weh!)
Shit bag 'em
I'm gon' get this money, they just get madder
My bitch badder, whip faster
Ran a lap, skipped past 'em
Wedgie niggas, bitch slap 'em
Duct tape 'em, kidnap 'em
Cop a Rolly on 'em
Bust it down and wave your wrist at 'em
Before I turned twenty-one, I been savage
The dope fiends I'm cool with, they been addicts
This glow I got, I been had it
Niggas think they rastas, they first time watching Shottas
Spot you like binoculars, pull up fresher than Binaca
I'm the fronto smoker, black version of Alejandro Sosa
Shoot up your party before it started, now it's over
Wild youngins, now we older
They smell that odor 'fore they pull us over
They ain't stopping shit, we tryna push the culture
Niggas lose they life to these songs before the hook is over
(Yuh fuck)
You couldn't tell me right from no wrong, was never looking sober
I'm actually focused
Half these niggas wearing Fashion Nova (Weh!)
This is pimpin', go get that paper like your ass supposed to