Medusa (feat. Blametheviceroy) - SKOOB KING

Dem nuh wan' passa Lie fi di gyal dem ah tell try come 'round so Think say it never come back to me dawg Weh di rass, nah dem nuh like you Medusa, di gyal run you dawg Medusa, di gyal run you dawg Dem nuh wan' passa Lie fi di gyal dem ah tell try come 'round so Think say it never come back to me dawg Weh di rass, nah dem nuh like you Medusa, di gyal run you dawg Medusa, di gyal run you dawg Look me in my eye, look me in my eye Look me in my eye, you ain't gonna slide (Why?) Talk behind my back, but that's the other side (Ay) Pillow talking undercover, that's a fucking liar Had to calm bro, son beat him like the summertime Rain on 'em, hear the thunder The band's got sticks, no drummer Brudda, 99 problems but I keep it one hunna I'ma-I'ma-I'ma babe bagger, ain't wan passa Whole heap of talk from the face, say nada I'm a grass cutter, buss me the runner Too fast, don't be counting on her asking fi number Dem nuh wan' passa Lie fi di gyal dem ah tell try come 'round so Think say it never come back to me dawg Weh di rass, nah dem nuh like you Medusa, di gyal run you dawg Medusa, di gyal run you dawg Dem know that she nah interest Waan give time, but she nah invest Dem man a talk nuff cah they waan impress Oh, you nuh get no empress Talk dem a talk Whole heap ah passa, call me, dem a call They wanna holla man, walk in the park Me, di ting money can't buy We just walk and flex (And flex) Have gyal from South and West (And west) Dem vexed, them wan' my cheques What me go do? Dem chat to gyal no chat to we cah Dem nuh wan' passa Lie fi di gyal dem ah tell try come 'round so Think say it never come back to me dawg Weh di rass, nah dem nuh like you Medusa, di gyal run you dawg Medusa, di gyal run you dawg Make gyal come 'round so Medusa stress me, she never come back Brown skin deh so with da pumpkin back Ever since she met me, good gyal ah tun bad, mad She knows I'm the man Drip my bitch in the new Chanel's, 'cause I can Fuck my old ting, she don't wanna understand I came from the gutter with a plan How'd you think I made these bands? Medusa came with the stress, so damn Remember you said that you'd never phone man Don't hold on to me, girl, me no give a damn Don't hold on to me, girl, me no give a damn Dem nuh wan' passa Lie fi di gyal dem ah tell try come 'round so Think say it never come back to me dawg Weh di rass, nah dem nuh like you Medusa, di gyal run you dawg Medusa, di gyal run you dawg Dem nuh wan' passa Lie fi di gyal dem ah tell try come 'round so Think say it never come back to me dawg Weh di rass, nah dem nuh like you Medusa, di gyal run you dawg Medusa, di gyal run you dawg

Real crib coppin', money poppin' Gettin' to the rack ass nigga All this clout, fans, stans, bands I ain't gotta pay no killer They do it for free Got rid of geeks and brought in the freaks They ask for the boss, they sending in me We knockin' em' off, OG with the beep Shorty can't ride, her rhythm off key You talk about it, but never go through with it My bitch she thick, but I hate the foolishness This nigga broke, like "what I'ma do with this?" Throw me that ass, I know what to do with it Hammer and nails, my niggas be bootin' it Givin' em hell, these niggas ain't doing it The choppa Adele, it's singing, we true to this Rap shit is my bitch, in bed I be spooning it Uh Mounted up (Yea, bitch) Say my name on stage, it get em' rounded up (rounded up!) Banging Heinz, bloods, crips, around with us Pick your poison nigga, FN rounds from us All these bitches stuck up (facts) I'm a muthafucka (bitch) I speak facts, niggas whack All these niggas sucka's (yea) All these bitches love us We don't talk on covers (nah) 99' got a 9 Bust a nigga mutha Real crib coppin', money poppin' Gettin' to the rack ass nigga All this clout, fans, stans, bands I ain't gotta pay no killer They do it for free Got rid of geeks and brought in the freaks They ask for the boss, they sending in me We knockin' em' off, OG with the beep Shorty can't ride, her rhythm off key Bad lil bitch Suck me up with the roof down Bad lil bitch Suck me up with no tooth now If a nigga runnin' that's a muthafuckin' man down Niggas totin' weapons, bet I make a nigga stand down Nut on her face, that's why all these bitches love me And she call me Brad when I put it in her tummy Niggas acting stupid, I will turn yo ass to mummy Catch me feeling booted when I pull up to the function Fuck on yo bitch For a bag and a day trip These niggas look boring, boy you look like a Jake, bitch Should I drive the foreign when we pull up to the lake? (bitch) Made her throw it back but I told her I can't claim it Real crib coppin', money poppin' Gettin' to the rack ass nigga All this clout, fans, stans, bands I ain't gotta pay no killer They do it for free Got rid of geeks and brought in the freaks They ask for the boss, they sending in me We knockin' em' off, OG with the beep Shorty can't ride, her rhythm off key

Big Papito Hey No strings attached, okay Okay, Chanel put on yo' frames and on your back, okay Okay, don't go to looking strange when I go tat yo' face I don't look like that when You be asking me 'bout racks, okay (I don't look like that, don't look like that) Hop on this dick, just like a scooter Brand new whip, with old money, like my cougar Designer got that shit sittin' fat, is that Medusa? (Uh-huh) These niggas ain't real, I ain't bool with that I just might shoot ya I fuck with King and Dill for real, so free Bibby (free Bibby) I was gettin' some lip service, just like Gigi (just like Gigi, yeah) I remember a bitch curved me, then I had a three piece (had like three, yeah) Talking bout the same time, my future bright no TV (this ain't TV, yeah) Get off my dick bitch, damn hoe I gotta pee pee (I think I pee one time) I had a shootout, who pick the youngins up? That was Neenee (got a real bitch, one time) Keep gettin' this paper, I don't want you talking 'bout free me But a nigga tried, damn, guess you just got to free me If I'm hoppin' outside of a Phantom .40, inside of my hand Ballerinas on me keep on dancing Trappin' outside of Atlantic Send my lil' bitch to go grab it Gettin' to the money a habit She be ocean wet, she the Atlantic Got another hoe stuck on the campus She be mixing her drink with the Addy She be like, "Trouble come back with my panties" I just want the paper, baby swear I'm not a fan of that 'Cause then you gone want shit free And I gotta get my cheese It's different if you was my bish I'ma bless you, yes indeed Hey No strings attached, okay Okay, Chanel put on yo' frames and on your back, okay Okay, don't go to looking strange when I go tat yo' face I don't look like that when You be asking me 'bout racks, okay (I don't look like that, don't look like that) Hop on this dick, just like a scooter Brand new whip, with old money, like my cougar Designer got that shit sittin' fat, is that Medusa? (Uh-huh) These niggas ain't real, I ain't bool with that I just might shoot ya Plain Jane on my wrist a Hell Cat, okay Gas Kenmore Stove, pass me that Old Bay (damn) Rolls Truck on C's sit on that OJ (haha) If you ain't get no paper you ain't got no say (yeah) Call the sideline niggas 'cause we not gon' play (woah) We stand up guys 'cause we not gon' lay A bunch of S-Curl niggas how we not gon' spray? (Boom) Yeah, we saw who did it but we not gon' say Hoppin' up out of out of the Don (ayy) Boxes of Louis Vuitton (ayy) I put the ground on the map (ayy) That why they call me the Don (ayy) I put the light on the streets (ayy) That why they call me the GOAT (GOAT) If it's a hustler parade (ayy) They gotta make me a float (let's go) Tell 'em I said it I meant it and I quote it Put the city on the map and you know it Seven days out of the week wear black Seven days out of the week stay strapped (stay strapped) Top down ridin' down Old Nat Brave game big clip fall back First mill' I made that, no rap Put the trap on the map no cap Hey No strings attached, okay Okay, Chanel put on yo' frames and on your back, okay Okay, don't go to looking strange when I go tat yo' face I don't look like that when You be asking me 'bout racks, okay (I don't look like that, don't look like that) Hop on this dick, just like a scooter Brand new whip, with old money, like my cougar Designer got that shit sittin' fat, is that Medusa? (Uh-huh) These niggas ain't real, I ain't bool with that I just might shoot ya (let's go)