Anyone

[Sample: PAUG vs Heartless Crew]
After me bring you pon bumclart mic tribute
You come up 'ere and try diss badman
Alright pussy
Run the riddim, run the riddim
Run the bloodclart riddim
(Hold orn)
Run the bloodclart riddim
Man a pussyhole
Man a pussyhole

[Hook: Wiley][x2]
Shotgun, shot pump, shot anyone
Diss who? Diss, them, diss anyone
Fire what? Fire who? Fire aga bun
Black what? Black who? Black R1

[Verse 1: Young Kye]
Yeah, man made P's, man did road
Man move keys, man move O's
Mano got a body, then he went jail
Served four years, Mano came home
Then got another case, then I got a case
Back to my ends, then I met Nafe
Man don't know, I do my ting
Don't fuck with the digits or fuck up the pay
I just went and caught a case, (Bust my stick)
Been in station for a day
No comments in the interview, I ain't got a word to say
Ain't no friend of mine a snitch, bust the case or ride the bid
Ain't a nigga serving no time for something man might've did
Yeah, I was seventeen when I built a phone
You get that work like you're Calicoe
I was a shooter like Swagger, the youngers, they must've forgot but you niggas know
What's all the fuss and the talk about?
Niggas talk shit, tryna draw you out
I just got a lick for a large amount
Fuck all the beef, look what guns you can order now
Yeah, this is not Hollywood
I shot the bobby in front of the Molly shop
Before I bought a box, before I bought a Glock
LF to dem ends, my niggas we got it locked
Niggas talk bodies, no bodies drop
After my tape, man'll probably stop
You took a L, should have got him shot
When you're from the L, this is all you've got
(Bust my stick with this rusty clip)
Light up the strip that you swerve from the feds
(Bang, bang anywhere)
No love in my heart until one of them's dead
This kind of life make you burn your connect
This kind of life make you murder your friend
This kind of life made you (Bang, bang anywhere)
This kind of life made me (Bust my stick with this rusty clip)

[Hook: Wiley][x2]

[Verse 2: Reds]
Stepped in with sauce on spill
Man can't push my buttons, dawg I ain't got no chill
Man stuff corn ina spin ting
I rise that wap then drill
Niggas dem thought that I fell off, me I've been active still
Still on my ting
Ain't had time for the writing
Doing up curb, and grinding (Buss My Stick)
My young boy's certi' riding
Jump out the Uber wiling (Bang bang anywhere)
Packs on fleek, no hyping
Step with sauce, man's styling (Buss My Stick)
Still gotta mash them reddies
Got no love for a bezzie (What else?)
My hand ting clip all bendy
More time I call that lengthy
These man nothing but banter, real funny man like Eddie
Ten toes, broad day with the wappa, I see a whole team get leggy
Them boy there just petrified
When I back my wap on a main, have your whole block doing exercise
Man run, man duck, man hide, certain man do electric slide
Live corn gon crash out the car, switch that in Enterprise
I've been drilling from way back when the green light, go get your guys
I've been out here patterned
Them boy there eat rations
The whole of the pack got flattened
Me, I ain't into the bragging
But I be getting this cash in
Twenty-four's on jug hell of mileage in the wagon
Broke niggas, them move like faggot

[Hook: Wiley][x2]