ROBOSHOTTA (feat. Burna Boy)

Yeah

We gon' show a **** how blackout is supposed to feel

I kick a bwoy face off like we playin' soccer

I got that white you can call it Cyndi Lauper

I hope you don't front, duke'll meet your baby mother

I fuck your bitch more than you and you her baby father

My passport pregnant, **** call me globe trotter

Fresh dip, **** stay in Dolce Gabbana

See every time mi do it, yes, mi haffi do it proper

And when me in di building, bitch, you know ya don't matta, matta, matta

Yeah, we wid a wul heap a shotta

There 'ave wul heap a gun and di wul a dem a choppa

Bow, bow, bow, shots fly, Waka Flocka

I oversee my bread, my bitches count my every dollar

Yeah, man ah god to a demon, that we can agree on

Pledge your allegiance to better not involve me

Word to every diamond in my Jesus piece

Serious, re-re-real, head banger

You better get back, I be a suicide bummer

Like it's a spell, we ah spend we whole life on that

S'body kill fi di flex, s'body die fi di banner

Somebody try kill somebody, then somebody gun jam up

Now somebody cyaan' stand up

Woi!

Walk on it

Talk and get dem up

Bad mind dem backbite and plan up

Wi nuh tek bad up

That mathematics don't add up

Yeah, they call me Burna Boy, but I'm a full grown adult

No sign of weakness

Riding with three man in a Benz like Spragga

Come fi melt dung yuh whole block wid di lava

Open yuh mouth, yuh flesh comin' like piranha

Bullet lick yuh dung and mek yuh drop inna di water

Likkle yute, have manners when yuh walk up to yuh father

Mi and Burna, come fi kill yuh wid a scorcha

Free Kartel before di man turn into martyr

Wi come fi fuck up everyting, yuh know di order