Filthy Gears - Polyphonic Ringtone lyrics

[Intro] Merky ACE Mad Max, get bax Deya f** the money Merky ACE, Tizzy Gang, dun know Love Yeah, yeah [Verse] Gyal wanna strap, wan' swallow man's boa constrictor Whole like a boa constrictor Style that I've got, yeah, straight off the Richter, steeze Got two gyal and they're all for me, whoa Cushy with the darg like fleas, whoa Taking Ps, that's making paper Steady do road, I'm a regulator Ready to be rapping then run up on a lick It's not "yo, what's happening?" Gun back to the boat, that's what's happening No, me and dem likkle man can never be warring Don't be shocked if I come through and start slapping him It's the return of the mack again Black AJ trenchcoat Pouch with the magnum, might cop a Magnum Just to give your girl iron, whoa Dun know it's them boys that mash up the rave, behave Cuh man ah man ah lock that off I do paintings like goth Paint man's inside on a man's top [?] and I shot Snakey man, you won't know what you've got Until it's too late, I don't move bait Cuh I move weight, up till late, steeze When I come through, it's all steeze Levi jeans with the bankroll, steeze Grandad hat, Lacoste, not Kangol, steeze And I keep up with greaze, take man's Ps I do big bookings, I don't spit for free Grand for a show three years ago, me Overseas When I spit, they book When you spit, they leave Yo, one of them days That your gaffe on war, one of them days Get keys in the door, one of them days Get push into the floor, one of them days Get protect your jaw, one of them days We want the Ps and the raw, one of them days Get what we came here for, one of them days Or cum is gonna pour, one of them days And I told man already, I'm one of them ones I was there in '05, one of them ones 2010 in the ride, one of them ones Likkle rusty to side, one of them ones You [?] man tried, one of them ones They're lucky to be alive, one of them ones Boss one is inside, one of them ones Come to your set and eat like the sister of African mum Thought you were safe cause you glide in an Audi? Run up on man and shoot up his cabbie See me there licking them shots in the alley Man are looking at me like "rah, how can he?" Money haffi mek, someone said my name's Barry Everyting's getting tek when I'm wearing that bally Then I'm gone in a sec in the back of the ding-dong I don't wanna talk 'bout the guys I ringed on I'll never stand in a court and sing-song Dem man write down names on paper That the boydem logo is print on Gonna be up and down the field like Frimpong Back and forth like ping pong Tryna get the true pendant with the true chain That has got the true links on, that's steeze, whoa Yeah, man are grown folk, dem boy likkle man Talk about your spinner cuh it's tornado You ain't on the level of Damien Holmes You just wanna talk and claim it's life Pockets was bruk, I done crucial moves That's a likkle ting called burn that bridge No run back when I hit that stain Dem likkle boy, they be like rice grain Splattered blood all over the windscreen Greaze on the field just like Roy Keane [?] You can hold four in your plate, fourteen All I wanna do is get mine and slide I ain't tryna read no TV guide What's on later? The workers' line And they call mine if they want that drill And do ham, man ah serve man [?] And I do deals cause my link is a boss Holla me, that's there, 450 Take this down, save my name as Leon And dem man talk stuff that they don't do Everything I've said, I've done or will Touch one of mine and you'll see it's not lies All you're gonna see is barrel and eyes You and your Family Tree can all die When me and my family tree dem roll by You and your Family Tree can all die When me and my family tree dem roll by You and your Family Tree can all die When me and my family tree dem roll by You and your Family Tree can all die When me and my family tree dem roll by Whoa, that's another MC dead off Man love talk grease So I come through with the big bumbaclart Black African skengman that will take your whole head off Dem man dere eat one plate of jellof Go to the kitchen and eat a next plate of jellof Then eat a next plate of jellof, that's three plates of jellof Dem man are well hard Dance in the east [?] well hard C-A-D and A-C-E at your S-E-T That's a ting called sell off Mic check [?] show Not dem [?] And I don't wanna know Anywhere I go, comfy on my lone Tryna bill a line on a different phone With a polyphonic ringtone [Outro] Done Catch Up EP 2 out soon Solo mixtape, album, whatever you're gonna call it, War is Normal, out soon Buckeye