What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Touch a boy? Nuh!
Boy yuh nuh see mi with my crew
Buckshot!
Pon ya headtop!
What it do?
What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Chat down pon mi name
You a lame, better move
You's a waste boy man
Mi can't f*ck with you
Whatchu gon do
When a bad man do you?
Rude boy
No I
Can't f*ck with no new new
Got power
Finesse
For hours
No rest
Mitchell and Ness
Your Jersey get left
Hit 3 on my chest
Now I take 3 to my head
I'm feelin alive but a nigga been dead
Got too much melodies
Got too much energy
Been with the f*ckery
That's to the end of me
Been for the family
I can't pretend to be
Cause I know some niggas that
'Prolly would never be
In my position
So it's demolition
Pull up on me
Lil nigga listen
Kamii go kamikaze
Got a bad bit besides me
Surprise, muhf*cka come find me
Stay wit the gang can't line me
Gelato with the sherbet
Off the shits
Still on alert
Talkin hot
You got some nerve
Ya bitch a fiend and I could serve
Kill shit
I got the urge
Spill shit
Cum on my shirt
Ew! Shit
My stomach hurt
Real shit y'all niggas dirt
What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Touch a boy? Nuh!
Boy yuh nuh see mi with my crew
Buckshot!
Pon ya headtop!
What it do?
What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Chat down pon mi name
You a lame, better move
You's a waste boy man
Mi can't f*ck with you
(Look like he seen a ghost)
Rude boy move
Take a crown from the despot
.40 .40 Bullets
Affi air out your chest up
Blocka! Blocka!
Shottaz in the chopper
With the neck shots
Rock with the chop
Affi blow up the next spot
In the islands
With an Irish bitch
She wallin tryna ride on it
I'm vibin feel accomplishment
Dickriders tryna swallow kids
I'm goin for the scholarship
You ride the wave abandon ship
Can't deal wit no abandonment
Seed of victory planting it
I go let it grow let it grow
Add a bit of fronto
Your defeat im finna smoke
Not an ounce of space in here
For negative blokes
Push me to the limit know damn well I let it blow
Up in this bitch ain't no time to chill
Got a quarter tank
And a speeding thrill
Passin the fat pack
Down the field
Always a baller
Need no wheels
Rippin this beat to smithereens
AP Rounds all up in your spleen
Bass so loud
Gon shake your screen
And no boy
I'm not on your team
Professional baller
Big shot caller
Whip not stalling
The money steady calling
Hotter than summer
My gator skin in Florida
Shitty jit up on my list
I leave his mama bawling
What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Touch a boy? Nuh!
Boy yuh nuh see mi with my crew
Buckshot!
Pon ya headtop!
What it do?
What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Chat down pon mi name
You a lame, better move
You's a waste boy man
Mi can't f*ck with you
Spectre - Despot (feat. Ki Kamii & IQ. Jones) Lyrics
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What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Touch a boy? Nuh!
Boy yuh nuh see mi with my crew
Buckshot!
Pon ya headtop!
What it do?
What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Chat down pon mi name
You a lame, better move
You's a waste boy man
Mi can't f*ck with you
Whatchu gon do
When a bad man do you?
Rude boy
No I
Can't f*ck with no new new
Got power
Finesse
For hours
No rest
Mitchell and Ness
Your Jersey get left
Hit 3 on my chest
Now I take 3 to my head
I'm feelin alive but a nigga been dead
Got too much melodies
Got too much energy
Been with the f*ckery
That's to the end of me
Been for the family
I can't pretend to be
Cause I know some niggas that
'Prolly would never be
In my position
So it's demolition
Pull up on me
Lil nigga listen
Kamii go kamikaze
Got a bad bit besides me
Surprise, muhf*cka come find me
Stay wit the gang can't line me
Gelato with the sherbet
Off the shits
Still on alert
Talkin hot
You got some nerve
Ya bitch a fiend and I could serve
Kill shit
I got the urge
Spill shit
Cum on my shirt
Ew! Shit
My stomach hurt
Real shit y'all niggas dirt
What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Touch a boy? Nuh!
Boy yuh nuh see mi with my crew
Buckshot!
Pon ya headtop!
What it do?
What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Chat down pon mi name
You a lame, better move
You's a waste boy man
Mi can't f*ck with you
(Look like he seen a ghost)
Rude boy move
Take a crown from the despot
.40 .40 Bullets
Affi air out your chest up
Blocka! Blocka!
Shottaz in the chopper
With the neck shots
Rock with the chop
Affi blow up the next spot
In the islands
With an Irish bitch
She wallin tryna ride on it
I'm vibin feel accomplishment
Dickriders tryna swallow kids
I'm goin for the scholarship
You ride the wave abandon ship
Can't deal wit no abandonment
Seed of victory planting it
I go let it grow let it grow
Add a bit of fronto
Your defeat im finna smoke
Not an ounce of space in here
For negative blokes
Push me to the limit know damn well I let it blow
Up in this bitch ain't no time to chill
Got a quarter tank
And a speeding thrill
Passin the fat pack
Down the field
Always a baller
Need no wheels
Rippin this beat to smithereens
AP Rounds all up in your spleen
Bass so loud
Gon shake your screen
And no boy
I'm not on your team
Professional baller
Big shot caller
Whip not stalling
The money steady calling
Hotter than summer
My gator skin in Florida
Shitty jit up on my list
I leave his mama bawling
What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Touch a boy? Nuh!
Boy yuh nuh see mi with my crew
Buckshot!
Pon ya headtop!
What it do?
What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Chat down pon mi name
You a lame, better move
You's a waste boy man
Mi can't f*ck with you
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Touch a boy? Nuh!
Boy yuh nuh see mi with my crew
Buckshot!
Pon ya headtop!
What it do?
What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Chat down pon mi name
You a lame, better move
You's a waste boy man
Mi can't f*ck with you
Whatchu gon do
When a bad man do you?
Rude boy
No I
Can't f*ck with no new new
Got power
Finesse
For hours
No rest
Mitchell and Ness
Your Jersey get left
Hit 3 on my chest
Now I take 3 to my head
I'm feelin alive but a nigga been dead
Got too much melodies
Got too much energy
Been with the f*ckery
That's to the end of me
Been for the family
I can't pretend to be
Cause I know some niggas that
'Prolly would never be
In my position
So it's demolition
Pull up on me
Lil nigga listen
Kamii go kamikaze
Got a bad bit besides me
Surprise, muhf*cka come find me
Stay wit the gang can't line me
Gelato with the sherbet
Off the shits
Still on alert
Talkin hot
You got some nerve
Ya bitch a fiend and I could serve
Kill shit
I got the urge
Spill shit
Cum on my shirt
Ew! Shit
My stomach hurt
Real shit y'all niggas dirt
What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Touch a boy? Nuh!
Boy yuh nuh see mi with my crew
Buckshot!
Pon ya headtop!
What it do?
What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Chat down pon mi name
You a lame, better move
You's a waste boy man
Mi can't f*ck with you
(Look like he seen a ghost)
Rude boy move
Take a crown from the despot
.40 .40 Bullets
Affi air out your chest up
Blocka! Blocka!
Shottaz in the chopper
With the neck shots
Rock with the chop
Affi blow up the next spot
In the islands
With an Irish bitch
She wallin tryna ride on it
I'm vibin feel accomplishment
Dickriders tryna swallow kids
I'm goin for the scholarship
You ride the wave abandon ship
Can't deal wit no abandonment
Seed of victory planting it
I go let it grow let it grow
Add a bit of fronto
Your defeat im finna smoke
Not an ounce of space in here
For negative blokes
Push me to the limit know damn well I let it blow
Up in this bitch ain't no time to chill
Got a quarter tank
And a speeding thrill
Passin the fat pack
Down the field
Always a baller
Need no wheels
Rippin this beat to smithereens
AP Rounds all up in your spleen
Bass so loud
Gon shake your screen
And no boy
I'm not on your team
Professional baller
Big shot caller
Whip not stalling
The money steady calling
Hotter than summer
My gator skin in Florida
Shitty jit up on my list
I leave his mama bawling
What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Touch a boy? Nuh!
Boy yuh nuh see mi with my crew
Buckshot!
Pon ya headtop!
What it do?
What yuh gwan do
When they come for you?
Run a bagga tings
Or else the blocka shoot
Chat down pon mi name
You a lame, better move
You's a waste boy man
Mi can't f*ck with you
Writer: Brandon Bond, Jahkari Chan, Saadiq Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Spectre
Language: English
Length: 3:35
Written by: Brandon Bond, Jahkari Chan, Saadiq Jones