Lyrics From Yard (feat. Skillibeng) - Skillibeng , Ski Mask the Slump God

Yo, hello
Gunshot, gunshot
(8-8-8-808)

Bloodclaat, bun 'em like Sprite
Yo, bredren, gwan pass mi di light
Real general, real cannibal
Real taliban pon my side (yo)
Them bwoy dem nah like mi cah mi a teif wife
Them bwoy dem nah like mi cah mi a take life
Real life, we a bubble Red Stripe
Why pree? Hello!

Put yo' hands in the air this ain't a toast
This a robbery, bitch, ain't tryna boast
Know they sick of me, bitch, I do the most
Take a look at these diamonds, they kinda gross
Take a look at yourself, you kinda gross
Swinging the pendulum, bitch, I'm on a boat
I hope you choke, throw up and then croak
Wishin' he would like he made of oak

Hello, yo
Why pree? Ha
Yuh see mi?
Weh yuh mean?
Bloodclaat, gunshot, yo

Mi aguh shell him ends, weh di Benz?
Weh di TEC? A revenge we nuh walk wid nuh belt
Esyde, chop off yuh head wid di led
You a beg, sinner death, hollow point inna chest
Gunshot, shell him head like ah egg
We defend wid di rifle, nuh play pon nuh bench
Esyde slap off yuh face, then we leff
Alien, NASA haffi' 'fraid when we step

Di bwoy dem a follow mi wanna be badda mi
Haffi a show dem a one a mi, chatter nuh badda mi
Roll wid di AK and di dramatic, badda mi
Mi mek the six pants kick dem like Ibrahimović

Gunshot, daggering inna another skin
Bayshot spray out sumtin' like a piss
Blood pon di main road nothin' like ah drinks
Chop off yuh head wid shot like bin (bin)

Dem delicate, yuh pretend fi be dread
'Til the rifle a beat inna yuh head
Esyde lock off the road wid the TEC
Mek the cops haffi lock off the road to them ends, gunshot

Bloodclaat, bun 'em like Sprite
Yo, bredren, gwan pass mi di light
Real general, real cannibal
Real taliban pon my side (yo)
Them bwoy dem nah like mi cah mi a teif wife
Them bwoy dem nah like mi cah mi a take life
Real life, we a bubble Red Stripe
Why pree? Hello!

Hello, yo
Why pree? Ha
Yuh see mi?
Weh yuh mean?
Bloodclaat, gunshot, yo