Strapz - Spitfire (JDZmedia) lyrics

[Verse 1: Eyez] I'm like, f** feds the law is a scam And I ain't supporting their plan I hate police I can't wait to see the pork in the can like a portion of spam It's f**ed up, mandem calling me a champ, when I spat bars it was caught in the camp f** all of your man, I'll war with your gang yet rub together like I'm warming my hands [Verse 2: Eyez] Yo, It's E to the Y Got a bigger buzz than Bee's in the hive That's fact, no reason to lie Been in crack flaps with the bees and the whites Dash that, had to leave it behind Stack cash I got P's on my mind Keep your trap trapped when you speaking to I You better keep it in line [Verse 3: Eyez] Coz most of my youngers are mentally ill Most of my youngers are tempted to k** Most of my youngers all poke up the olders and most of the olders are meant to be real Most of the youngers are friends with the still Man get jacked when they friendly with Jill Fam in black at the end of the hill That's a bad ending for real [Verse 4: Eyez] Some youngers go pen for a bill Run into the shop, empty the till Should of kept it but I like the end of the quote but his mate snaked and eventually squaled Youngers say I got plently of sk** Hot bars like silhouette in the grill They labels dem don't know my Asian friend but still wanna mention the deal [Verse 5: Eyez] Yo! Time to murder Don't like me, vice versa I suggest you invest and buy a burner Cos when I catch ya, I ain't tryna firmes you I ain't tryna act pally and cool Drown that clown in the paddling pool Make sure you carry your tool cos I roll with man that are savage and cruel [Verse 6: Eyez] Yeah I roll with maniacs, couple white geezers but they mainly black Raise the strap, aim the gat take ya cash, you won't get none of your paper back, nah You won't get none of it back, you don't wanna see this brudda' get mad Twisted, man just cut him and stab Leave his body to rot in the flats [Verse 7: Eyez] Listen! If you're a ganja farmer, if you're a if you're a ganja farmer If you're a ganja farmer you better go hide your marijuana Creep on your crop no balaclava Been on the blocks in a bag of drama Don't go gym, man a marga We all get stressed, some have it harder I don't give a f** bout a black president Cos I ain't 'ad 'elp from Barrack Obama [Verse 8: Eyez] Now I ain't 'ad 'elp from my man der Jus' a black man in a white mans chair Of my man der, jus' a black man in a white mans chair Nowadays man don't wanna fight man fear Don't have straightners like ironing hair Using the bits ain't using the fists and beef they squeeze, shootin' a stick Fifteen year old no job on the block with a Glock that's what a hooligan is [Verse 9: Eyez] Known as a ninja, man roll up no golden Virginia, six black dudes with six packs too Got a big fat zoot and a roach on my finga Eyez is cool like an icycle That's right you fools I'm colder than winter Clash me because you wanted to win now I'm onto your skin like ???, listen [Verse 10: Eyez] Get spun in a flash, I'll dead em and end all dramas Honestly lad, your mum is a slag You got 7 potential fathers Cuzzie's you mad, which one is your dad? Why is your mum always getting with farmers? Probably has the spottiest vaj Stinking clothes and smelly pajamas [Verse 11: Eyez] You like fat Foreigners, tribal chicks and black warriors When my man wants to draw gyal, he just goes where McDonald's is Yo, you like dodgey mingers, with 3 or 4 chins and podgy fingers Sloppy minges that proper lingers, plus she don't speak no f**in' English [Verse 12: Eyez] I don't like this geezer, my man is an Asylum seeker Fake pa**port and a Chinese visa Parents don't have ID either You should leave this country, your mumzie is a fiending junkie Why do your girlfriends teeth look wonky Skidmarks she needs to clean her undies