Slap It Up - Riko Dan, Walton

Clap it up, slap it up

Pussy diss?

Me mash him up

Clart it up, bark it up

Pussy think I can’t be loved

Buss mi gun, blood fi run

You think me come fi fun?

Di whole of dem go dead right now

Clap it up, slap it up

Pussy diss?

Me mash him up

Clart it up, bark it up

Pussy think I can’t be loved

Buss mi gun, your blood fi run

You think me come fi fun?

Di whole of dem go dead right now

I won’t have a bar if anybody trying it

Headtop flying it, never stay silent

Always on violence, till I give you guidance

Free reign, never gonna see me on no timers

King of the jungle, brave like a lion is

Heart so cold, I tell you, something like a minus

Run up inna any man’s yard, start squeezing

Trust me, fam, I won’t leave no survivors

There’s no surprises

'Cause too many man ah move fake, yeah, like pythons

Man can’t come on the ends with no license

Kick bwoy inna dem face like M. Bison

Big man step in the place, they get frightened

Shower man bars I laced, they’re all timeless

Work all over the place, I’m like wireless

Yeah, I’m like wireless

Dem start di war

And know me ready fi go kill dem

Know dem start fi ball

Police dem gon' go call

Tings are no fun again

When me rise mi gun again

'Nuff ah dem go dead

And watch dem pussy blood start run again

Dem start di war

And know me ready fi go kill dem

Know dem start fi ball

Police dem gon' go call

Tings are no fun again

When me rise mi gun again

'Nuff ah dem deh pussy haffi dead

Dem blood ah run again

Clap it up, slap it up

Pussy diss?

Me mash him up

Clart it up, bark it up

Pussy think I can’t be loved

Buss mi gun, blood fi run

You think me come fi fun?

Di whole of dem go dead right now

Clap it up, slap it up

Pussy diss?

Me mash him up

Clart it up, bark it up

Pussy think I can’t be loved

Buss mi gun, your blood fi run

You think me come fi fun?

Di whole of dem go dead right now

You’re still listening

'Cause I be tearing up the road like Michelin

Inna di battlefield, nigga, I be pitching in

Wear my army tees in the heat

If you’re warm when it’s done, I will dress like civilians

Best respect my insistence

If you don’t, then inspect my resistance

Man ah bury dem all in one instance

I’ll bury them all in a mass grave

Hard to believe that that fool would be that brave

Don’t look back unless you’re looking for back pain

That’s right, yeah, look at my black face

When I’m on my ting, look at the sad face

Heavyweight spitter so I don’t have to cat spray

Bigger man, nah, me nuh inna the rat race

Metal in the mout, my yout, how does that taste?

How does that taste?

Dem start di war

And know me ready fi go kill dem

Know dem start fi ball

Police dem gon' go call

Tings are no fun again

When me rise mi gun again

'Nuff ah dem go dead

And watch dem pussy blood start run again

Dem start di war

And know me ready fi go kill dem

Know dem start fi ball

Police dem gon' go call

Tings are no fun again

When me rise mi gun again

'Nuff ah dem deh pussy haffi dead

Dem blood ah run again