Gudm - IGNANT (feat. Jeesh) Lyrics

Florida jit and a jitty from London
Suited up we pull up like some gundam
Either chete or strap we'll bun them
Pipe down empty your pockets and run them
We get the racks and the stacks in abundance
I'm finna
Hold on hold on hold on hold on
Aye Jeesh f*ck 'em up quick
I told em like it or not
I'm finna lock that spot
Drift in the whip that shit go
Eee then err
It sound like the box
You ain't got a stake in this game
Meanwhile me and my fonem got all the stocks
How imma have it and not show off?
Put the bank 'count on government watch
Aye
Like my pockets big back weigh a hundred pounds
Metal change gun range both nem up in rounds
Fonem got gen five glocks they f*ck with Unova
It's all this smoke I'm sending out but I'm trying to be sober
They leave the game up to me like shit
Only one come with the heat like shit
One that they wanted to be like shit
One of one I'm all you need like shit
Li-like it or not I be running it up
Lo-love it or hate it I don't give a f*ck
Like I'm the shit (like you the what?)
Like you will never be f*cking with us
Ahhhhhhhh
They best stop the palaver
We got more connects than Big Pharma
Smokescreen 'round us it act like armour
You an mandem look like Ojamas
Deep
Always drawn to the drama
Sheep
You man are taunting Kharma
Peak
They put no soul in their artistry
So they need to be taught what martyr means
I can't help what I'm used to
Untouchable, I'm throwing down Suzus
All my demons think I'm on Juju
Raising spirits like I'm banging out Voodoo
Can't find how-to's for this on YouTube
They'll regret what they made like Mewtwo
Dripped down staff all like who's the new suit?
Came through with a big zoot and a Fruit Shoot
I'm too grown for a scuffle
You best shut youth mouth and stay muffled
I'm on the bus with a zoot and duffle
They're like what's in the bag? Truffles
All this loud I'm not tryna be subtle
Dents in the door and some bruised up knuckles
Dem times all your dargs they got muzzled
All this talk but you wasteman buckle
Swamp Thing, I just came for the green
You man are all tryna act, seen
Booster box, I want packs, fiend
Boost the lot, you'll get jacked, clean
All this talk 'bout racks
You better run it up
Who's the boss?
We want cash, greed
(They want hooks?)
Jab jab cross jab uppercut
Back out the nank and slash cleave