Naira Marley & Backroad Gee – Vawulence

This is crazyTurn a Q to ounceTurn a ounce to a 9And the 9 turned to a boxAnd the box came wit’ a strapStrap came in the boxThe guns real not propsPut your main man in a boxFuck around, get gotWe da kids your mama warned you about (We violent)What the fuck you really talking ’bout? (Gangster move in silence)OTR, you know I’m on the run (Fuck the trident)We da kids your mama warned you about (Nigga, we’re violent)And I stay on my gang shitBig dick energy, big dick banditWhen we pull up that’s tragicCaught 3 in 1’s yeah, that’s hat trickViolate get quick responseDem no say Toys R UsDem no want war with usIf I put the whistle on it you won’t hear no noiseAll you hear isYou didn’t hear shit rightGet the job done rightTop striker nuh miss and I shoot with rightWe da kids your mama warned you about (We violent)What the fuck you really talking about? (Gangster move in silence)OTR, you know I’m on the run (Fuck the trident)We da kids your mama warned you about (Nigga, I’m violent)Turn a mansion to a bando (Bando)Turn amapiano to a gang song (Gang song)I’m the nigga you can count onAK, Tech, Mac – no laptopThey try ride dey crash dey dash I laughWho’s that? See an opp, reverseWork rate mad I should man of the matchHow many have I put underground?Shoot in Amiri like Kay FlockHow many man have we sent to baba, GodLet’s mind the business that pay usI’ll send Kickz to your door like ASOSLet me explain why they hate usNever mind, dem full of shit like anusL is for London and LagosP is for Peckham and the F is for famousWe da kids your mama warned you aboutWhat the fuck you really talking ’bout?OTR you know I’m on the run (OTR, OTR, OTR)We da kids your mama warned you aboutWhen it’s war, separate the boys from menOutside there’s no friends, only brothers over hereReal steppas over hereBrick boys over hereDrug dealers over hereBoy, stay over thereI’m slap him, attack himOn a Vandam ting, them kids can’t hack itOTR, free the guys cant play with us, whyCah shh got bunMore action, less chattingsNeed more woosh for the splatterin’sLike my boy said, “Cha pon dem”Whaum to them?Vroom skrr, we there in a secI’m the kid you’re mum warned you aboutOutside ain’t safe, boy hold it downKing Brukutu I’m live in the fleshWhen … got shot, I was thereThis is crazy