Popcaan - RAPID Lyrics

Mek you madda bawl fi you
Freeway (weh dem ah do?), Ray Gad (Unruly State)
Badman buss dem head from dem ears side (Unruly Estate, you hear?)
Ears side
Run inna yuh house wid di zig-zag
Lock wid di chip, anuh SIM card
Pussy dem cyaan' escape
Coulda house, coulda ring guard

Badman rapid di place up dem wid single
M1 and di 'K, me just ah finger
Steady wid di MAC, me nuh shake, me nuh tremble
Bwoy gone ah dirt, ah cemetery
Killy dem lost him, mek him mother bawl fi him
Mama bawl fi you (bawl fi him)

Pull up brawling, no lock spot
Rifle black like Kodak Black
Bwoy drop inna di road start gap
Catch di pussy dem ah share hot spot (run up)
Run up inna Bramma star 9
Badman buss yuh head, ah just your time
Catch e boyfriend ah stop light
Buss him head, lef' e yellow light
40 ball inna yuh eye, di bwoy blind
Lif' up di .45, Russia design
Di thugs dem read yuh file, you is a child
From me seh bwoy fi dead, nothing survive
Me love give people grave, rifle bines
Mek you blood run out pon di tile
Grenade me fling inna style
Village man bury dem head inna soil
Murder team ah prowl di street, try go hide
Tivoli Garden style, rifle oil
Catch him ah try fi run, bwoy ah slide
Him dead up ah family pride, Dela Vega

Badman rapid di place up dem wid single
M1 and di 'K, me just ah finger
Steady wid di MAC, me nuh shake, me nuh tremble
Bwoy gone ah dirt, ah cemetery
Furnace lost him, mek him mother bawl fi him
Mama bawl fi you (mhm)

Gunshot inna yuh head space
Pussy love talk, hollow tip ah go graze
Know y'ah punk, run him outta him place
'Tep pon dem ends, mi Clarks nuh have lace
Man ah try tek weh, man ah draw brakes
Once you nuh kill me, me seh too late
Bullet him ah try chuck over one gate
Rifle, hand gun, fully estate
Tun you inna beef, and mince, and steak
Diss e Unruly, you life at stake
Nowhere pon dis bloodclaat map you don't safe
Stop e evening traffic and shove him out late
Me nuh keep my shotty pon safe
Tankozay, lif' up e Russian 'K
Pussy dead from me point dat some way
3 West mek di suck pussy bwoy run weh
Salt Spring badman dem ban him from Bay
Frahcess One, play wid di trigger suh
Shot inna him liver suh
Bottle-boom mek nuh pussy cyan live 'ya suh
Grave ah mek sand, dem ah sleep 'ya suh
David murder, go live ah suh

Trouble, dem dead?
Bwoy dem funeral ah keep tonight
(Me ah mek you know)
Nine night, white rum
Black suit, bright light
Bwoy dem cyan gi' we no fight (no), man bad
Long time, nuh last week, nuh last month, nuh last night

Ay
Black leather gloves and Clarks and such
Buss e pussy head inna him fake van Dutch
Joshy have e .45 wid back lush
Dre Skull just wait ah him gate an' clutch
'Matic dem ah change gear when me sing clutch
Dem easy fi dead, dem love link up
Kill him pon spot, nah wait fi him cut
Him own blood wet up him shirt
Rapid di place up dem wid single