[Intro]
Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye
Fuck off
Yeah
You know how we do, it's Creeper
Gave this man a beater (street beater)
Dem bwoy nah ah no family like we
The one here named
Too many vests and not enough mash
Buck up inna real gunman, they're gonna crash
Brains get blown out, cranium smash
And I flex like a top soldier with no mash
Fassy
It's not that
Ya hear me?
Family time
The one here named

[Verse]
Buss that n***a, heavy artillery
Double barrel shotgun, heavy artillery
MAC-10, that's heavy artillery
Sniper rifle, that's heavy artillery
Where they going with their little artillery?
I'm from the gun college, they're from the gun nursery
And I'll soon graduate from gun university
So my trigger finger's never thirsty
I treat them like shit on the mic
They're not Roll Deep, they're not ready for the mic
I gave them the mic, they never handled it right
They better stop chatting shit, they better stay out of my sight
Before you get a mouth box
You can't bang or hang with Flowdan on the block
Jungle out here, I'm the king of this shit
More time I'm a lion and you're just a fox
What's the point of ramping with me?
I told you already, got my own policy
You're not Roll Deep? Oh, then you can't chat to me
Because they're beside me, blud, you're behind me
Yeah, I don't know what you're taking this for
I don't like your face, I've never seen you before
But now you're on the riddim tryna look for a war
You must want a nug shot in your jaw side
Settle your jaw and decide
When bullets fly, a fassyhole haffi hide
Wasn't really ready for the war like I
And he wasn't ready fi go swing a sword like I
Shallow who? Shallow what? Shallow gangster
Shall I who? Shall I what? Shall I turn him over?
OK, bun him with the new heater
Then yes, piece eight millimetre
[Outro]
Creeper
Give this man a beater
Creeper
Give this man a beat-
Creeper
Give this man a beater
Creeper
Fuck off!