[Hook:]
Boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head
(Say boom bye bye, boom bye bye) [x4]
(Real n***as never die)
[Gunshots]
[Verse 1:]
I say boom bye bye to a batty boy
When it comes to the charges, I'm a naughty boy
Put the feet to your head like karate boy
Turn around, beat the feds like the Gotti boy
The ramifications of fronting is a gut shot
A buck-fifty and universal and whatnot
They said hiphop was getting too hardcore
The metros**ual movement came, the oddball
All of a sudden the men are so fashion-forward
But clothes never made the man, you ba*tards know it
I'd rather hear a n***a lying and firing Glocks
Than have to hear a n***a rhyme about designer socks
(Boom bye bye in a batty bwoy head)
b**h, do it for Buju Banton
Do it so Babylon can give that brother a bond, mon
Ain't nobody f**ing with Sai
Think so? Find a sick dick, s** it and die
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Dem boys don't have no gun, dem boys don't have so license
They call me Sai-giddy, some people say that I'm the nicest
When it comes to getting busy on these mic devices
I ain't a problem, I'm a crisis
I'm getting all the ladies, spoiled as a baby
I'll never ever let a batty bwoy investigate me
I'd rather d**h convey me. No, I mean yes, it's crazy
These young n***as ain't seemin' to get the message lately
We need warriors, that's true story, bruh
We got a couple but we need a few more of ya
Cause not by any means should out of twenty teens
Eighteen of them n***as be wearing skinny jeans (nah, man)
We do it for Bob Marley, for Marcus Garvey
Probably all of the rastafari
Ain't nobody f**ing with me
Who, Saigon? Yeah, that n***a. Go touch him and see. [gunshot]
[Hook]