Spray Dem - Tempa T

Sometimes I’m just trying to tell people nicely…

But they don’t want to listen…

What’s man supposed to do, tryna push man in the corner and that…

It’s dead for that…

We will march in the war

See bare man will march to your door

Don’t talk now, should have asked me before

See bare man with masks at your door

Don’t wanna see me brandish the mac

Ring off da ting leave man on the floor

You didn’t see who boi’d off da ting

So you can’t get us back in the war

Ring off da ting in the place, Ring off the ting at his base

Watch man jump out the window, Tryna start up his car

Ring off da ting at his car, Watch man fly off da car

Startin' the war was a par, Us man ended the war

Youse man started the bar, Ring off da ting from far

We’ve gone in the car

Hook:

You tried to par me?!

Cool;

I’ll come back later

Ring off da ting!

Ring off da ting!

Everyone knows dat I ring off da ting!

Jump out the car with a mac, riiiiiiiiiiing, spraaaay dem!

Par after Par, I’m parring again

Bar after bar, I’m barring again

Don’t wanna see man startin' again

I’m on a hype I’m starting again

Draw for the mac I’m harming your friends

Dunknow I’m disarming your leng

Come around with this same old shit, I’m gonna go sick and brandish the skeng

Ring!

All the friends in your car, Ring!

The whole left side of your benz

Ratata!

Watch man jump out the car and leave all his friends Sitting around

corners in his true religion jeans and his 1 10's

Stupid;

He didn’t know about me and his mac-10…

Dem man can’t stop phonin' my phone

Don’t need to tell man leave me alone

Back out the mac and ring out ya home

Might catch your family in the dome

Hits so deep you blow marrow bone (?)

Come against me I’m not greazin' it home

Don’t wanna see feds callin' my phone

After I dun your dance on the road

Can’t cut loose, know that I’m road

Don’t wanna see them legs done low

It’s real talk it’s real in the zone

Dem boys there ain’t feelin' the chrome

You are not me not a human clone

Won’t see him around my post code, get pistol whipped head left in a drone

See this guy now spittin' out foam

Outro:

Nah!

Dem man’s always trying to gash da ting why the fuck they tryna gash da

ting for!

Cah man will par man, tryna come inside and do dis ting it’s a fuckin' myth!

I swear I’m gonna- Oi blud- I- (gunshots)

Don’t think it’s fucking dat!

NEXT HYPE!