Rude Kid - Army lyrics

[Chorus: Swift] Came with the gang on the set Walk in like the army How could a gyal be peng And try walk past me? Came to your ends with my friends And I know that's jarring Free up my friends who got locked By the bloodclart 'rali, 'rali, 'rali That's jarring 'Rali, 'rali, 'r- That's jarring [Verse 1: Littlez] So certi How can they pa** me? Done locked off dances Now man get paid to party Got gyal dem stalking Rudeboy, yeah, man's so charming T-house, mad work in Bedroom look like man's farming Bill up my, bill up my draw with Barney Dem gyal do too much talking Wan' come jam, they jar me Gyal tek it off and get t**ng Gold on me like gnarly Loud packs get a hani Being ghost, I move Gastly I don't rate man hardly [Verse 2: Swift] Feds on ends Spies, informers and 'rali Re-up my sket Long time she ain't give me 'nani I like gyal that are peng Dem kind of gyal make me horny Back then with the jack jaw ped Like Tommy or Charlie Man make a brick go quick Who can move it the fastest? Link Flipz in a bit Man's listening to "Dun Talkin'" Gyal wanna link Thinking should I be drawing? She like Swift but She ain't see me in the morning [Verse 3: Knine] Come in the dance, start flexing You know the whole gang stay reckless Bu-bu-bang like Fek said Mash the Ps and let's get bread Dem man dere are jarring Act like they put in work, they're just targets A hundred thugs dem marching Grab the ting and then bark it Time to grind for the morning Bill a spliff while I'm yawning What's all the typing and talking? Vocal the cartridge in and then spark it Hotline blinging off, bare talking Dem boys see me 'nuff, bare talking Man's gonna get bread regardless When I want trees, I link farmers [Chorus: Swift] Came with the gang on the set Walk in like the army How could a gyal be peng And try walk past me? Came to your ends with my friends And I know that's jarring Free up my friends who got locked By the bloodclart 'rali, 'rali, 'rali That's jarring 'Rali, 'rali, 'r- That's jarring [Verse 4: Inch] I came there Shell that stage there No, I don't play fair Wah? Wah? Wait there Kick off mi shoe there Step inna di room there Bored right through there Kick up the yout, turn 'em typhoon, yeah This ah di warlord school No, we don't play with fools Man just got the shell a man call So I came with the shell a man crew Peng tings wanna shell a man too And they don't mind slamming in twos All they need is gas and juice I don't care 'bout no dickhead yout [Verse 5: Deepee] My bruddas, my bro V Posted up like the Marleys Dude on the phone That's Raven Symone iCarly I can see why you hate cause you're broke And they love you hardly Walked in the strip Had the frontline looking like Cani Muhammad Ali I am the greatest, you cannot pa** me Man crush bud inna hand on the road When I step with chargie I'm a real n***a but my real name? That, you can't ask me Free my bros Got locked by the bloodclart 'rali [Verse 6: Sleeks] Tracksuit Mafia See me in shirts hardly Trap and rap Tony Hawk cause I'm grinding Money on my mind, where's that pack? Go find it I ain't rich yet But I'll soon be in perfect timing I won't wife her But that poom poom is a Ferrari She wan' lock me like Them bracelets made by Carti' f** the 'rali Lock down half the army Smoking flavours Bill it up and spark it [Chorus: Swift] 'Rali, 'rali That's jarring 'Rali, 'rali, 'r- That's jarring