[Intro: Tommy Lee Sparta, Popcaan & Masicka]
Mhmmmm
Un-unruly
Genahsyde enuh
Unruly
Grung dem
Money nuff, mi nah lie
And it nah done

[Chorus: Popcaan, Masicka & Tommy Lee Sparta]
Dem coulda run inna di church (Grung)
Killa wi guh put dem under dirt (Grung)
Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work
And dem gyal dem haffi see mi and guh
Dem haffi see mi and guh twerk
Dem coulda run inna di church (Hoii)
Killa wi guh put dem under dirt (Grung, dem under dirt)
Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work
And mi bad from di fucking day mi birth (Woii-yoii)

[Verse 1: Masicka]
Wul on
Cah man ah fire first, wi never yet pose
Face gone, dem want ah next nose
Strap up with mi owna tings
Di chrome ah rinse like wet clothes
Gunshot when mi ketch foes
Grave ah dig, dem gyal ah lef' rose
Close range, yeah wi get close
From mi ah likkle bit ah bwoy mi ah mek ghost
Suh mi ah chill wid ah gyal pon di West coast
An' she ah sing fi di don 'til she get hoarse
Money and duppy wi mek most
Dem nuh like see wi wrist and wi neck froze
An wi a lock down the world and ah tek shows
Murder when time the 'Tec show
Everybody know seh ah pussy dem deh, and if night tun day dem expose (Wul on)
Look inna e gun
Man lay down flat and look inna e sun (Wah gwan)
Long time mi tell yuh seh mi tell yuh doh
Mi tell yuh dem just ah carry gun (Wul on deh)
Look inna e gun (Boom)
Shot bruk him foot as him run (Wah gwan)
Long time mi tell yuh seh mi tell yuh doh
Mi tell yuh dem just ah carry gun
[Chorus: Popcaan]
Dem coulda run inna di church
Killa wi guh put dem under dirt
Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work
And dem gyal dem haffi see mi and guh
Dem haffi see mi and guh twerk
Dem coulda run inna di church (Hoii)
Killa wi guh put dem under dirt
Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work
And mi bad from di fucking day mi birth (Woii-yoii)

[Verse 2: Tommy Lee]
Di dawg dem run inna yuh house like ah inna Narcos
Pussy affi dead, even if dem rush yuh gah Hope
[?] buss mi gun inna him mouth
O-One inna yuh face infront ah di court house (Killa)
Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em (Killa)
Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em (Rich)
Million, billion, trillion
Dawg wi ah killin' dem fi-li-li shi-lli-lling
Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em
Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em
My fre-le-len de-le-lem run yuh dung, gun yuh dung
Middle day wi-lli-lling killin' 'em
Rifle lif' up and ah buss
Rise up di Ca-Calico
Zoom up dem head pon mi scope
Buss dem throat like goat
Mi nuh join lippin', or nuh runnin', or nuh joke
Boy try run and anuh Bolt
Boy skin bun and anuh coke
Him shout out God anuh nuh oath
[Chorus: Popcaan]
Dem coulda run inna di church
Killa wi guh put dem under dirt
Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work
And dem gyal dem haffi see mi and guh
Dem haffi see mi and guh twerk
Dem coulda run inna di church (Hoii)
Killa wi guh put dem under dirt
Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work
And mi bad from di fucking day mi birth (Woii-yoii)