[Intro]
So mi a seh (Weh yuh a seh?)
Any deejay weh nuh like Vybz Kartel, go suck yuh madda (Now)
You know, I gotta big up my fans (Why not?)
And my girls (Right away)
Ayy, weh di gangsta dem deh? (Even though what we do is wrong)

[Verse 1]
Mi still a roll wid di guns
Shot by di tons, ex amount a funds
Ratchet fi buss throat and puncture lungs
Thugs weh nuh laugh, weh quick fi pop off
And buss it inna yuh face, nuh care who you amongst
Up a camp, squaddie cramp when mi out yuh lamp
Inna court, mi cut yuh throat
And if a jail, yuh fail (Even though what we do is wrong)

[Chorus]
Wrong fi dem, right fi me
Nutn' like a gun wid di red light fi me
Nutn' like a pum-pum weh tight fi me
If a mi bredda wife, she still a get di knife
It wrong, wrong fi dem, right fi me
Nutn' like a gun wid di red light fi me
Nutn' like a pum-pum weh tight fi me (Me)
(Even though what we do is wrong)
[Verse 2]
Mi still in shooting and killing
Midday gun slinging, midnight blood spilling
Car racketing, drug trafficking
Copper Ken, cocky Kim, kidnapping, carjacking
And mi rob Burger King, KFC, McDonald
Pickpocket a carnival weh dem have a canal
Extort Island Grill fi $9.1 mil
Or all di dog I kill (Even though what we do is wrong)

[Chorus]
Wrong fi dem, right fi me
Nutn' like a gun wid di red light fi me
Nutn' like a pum-pum weh tight fi me
If a mi bredda wife, she still a get di knife
It wrong, wrong fi dem, right fi me
Nutn' like a gun wid di red light fi me
Nutn' like a pum-pum weh tight fi me
If a mi bredda wife (Even though what we do is wrong)

[Verse 3]
Mi switchin' lane, no indicator
Mi nuh cater, mi a di vindicator
Gun rise like vapor
Understand seh mi a di undertaker, send yuh to yuh maker
A me keep up di most fuckry inna Jamaica
Salt yuh like di Prime Minister, but I'm di time minister
Slash, crime minister, slash, grind yuh sister, slash, mek di pussy blister
Mi spend money pon gun like mi have a fuckin' brigadista (Even though what we do is wrong)
[Chorus]
Wrong fi dem, right fi me
Nutn' like a gun wid di red light fi me
Nutn' like a pum-pum weh tight fi me
If a mi bredda wife, she still a get di knife
'Bout "it wrong", wrong fi dem, right fi me
Nutn' like a gun wid di red light fi me
Nutn' like a pum-pum weh tight fi me (Me)
(Even though what we do is wrong)

[Verse 4]
Mi still a roll wid di guns
Shot by di tons, ex amount a funds
Ratchet fi buss throat and puncture lungs
Thugs weh nuh laugh, weh quick fi pop off
And buss it inna yuh face, nuh care who you amongst
Up a camp, squaddie cramp when mi out yuh lamp
Inna court, mi cut yuh throat
And if a jail, yuh—