Buju Banton - V9

Ohh, Jony

Wyler got me goin' crazy

Mhmm

Ay, come here

Stepped in chingy, gang be with it

Get bruck up in jailhouse visits

V9 sickened, and wicked

I’ll fuck up man’s missus

For the gang, for the crew

I’ll pop up the cut like boo

See this wap, it’s insane

Slap on nine, go slap again

Hit man’s head, brain

I’ll fuck up man’s fade

See this shank, it’s cray

Bankai, my bae

Watch it do the splits on your mans

Get conned, feel like damn

Trip up, watch the mash go mad

If I lack I’ma do the dash

Pause, I come right back

Slap him and try ching man’s cap

I’m tapped 'cause I back my chat

How many man have I chinged?

Them man just chat

Only stabbing they do is on tracks

9 gang full of savs

They see gang and dash, call 'em Flash

I just sing like Buju Banton

One shot to the chest, you’re done

Come, rev it up and just dump

Don’t be dumb

This guns dumber, it goes nuts

What’s the fuss?

Pull up, leave him red like a bus

I just sing like Buju Banton

One shot to the chest, you’re done

Come, rev it up and just dump

Don’t be dumb

This guns dumber, it goes nuts

What’s the fuss?

Pull up, leave him red like a bus

Runnin' man down, don’t fidget

Hit him, now he’s spinnin'

Who ain’t with it?

Sit down 'cause you must be kiddin'

Ching man down, I’m too vicious

Slap this wap like it’s bitchin'

How many man turned victim?

But do shit on the net, it’s wicked

I ain’t trippin

Get 'round, they’re tryna ching and whip it

Kick it, bill it

Delicious, television

Turn man off, television

Rinse it like, this shit

Main road, back road, there’s no difference

Still get man gone for the mission

How many man go swimmin'?

Get up and cancel their mission

Tapped out, a bunch of bitches

Tap this gun now he’s missin'

Shotgun kickin' and hissin'

It’s kissin' when I ping it

Who’s that slippin'?

Catch up and honour this drillin'

I just sing like Buju Banton

One shot to the chest, you’re done

Come, rev it up and just dump

Don’t be dumb

This guns dumber, it goes nuts

What’s the fuss?

Pull up, leave him red like a bus

I just sing like Buju Banton

One shot to the chest, you’re done

Come, rev it up and just dump

Don’t be dumb

This guns dumber, it goes nuts

What’s the fuss?

Pull up, leave him red like a bus

Ohh, Jony

Wyler got me goin' crazy