Chorus: You need to come around with ya pocket full of money,
Instead a run ya mouth like a top shotta, yeah!
Get yourself a gun, you can’t borrow from me,
Nah say nothin’ at all, yeah yeah yeah!

Jackson: You come around with a dreadlock friend, you got
Swagga man scent from a trend like you all a that,
Take ya business somewhere else, we want nothin’ a that,
You and all a dem bocyat juggelers of you,
Come see me when you have something fi show for,
Man a Mediterranean god, me have di mojo,
Me drive a chevy, nos heavy packed,
Man a megalomaniac punk, unu ready?- brap brap!!

Chorus: you need to come…

Tedross: You blab-blab a whole heap about money roll,
Where di bombohole deh soon as di gun clap?
See nuff Atlanta know a Tedross a di slaughter
To this matador your bullcrap no matter, bloodclat!
So let me make this clear, soon as I finish the chicken n’ beer,
I’m the wickedest one, predicted to win it in every percentage this year,
Axum here, round a thousand ounces here,
Bound to pound some bounce in here, from Tel aviv – you done outta here, yeah!


Chorus: you need to come…
Tedross: Too much flossin’ make unu Gossy,
You fuss – you get lost like di one Marco Rossi,
Teddy a cross him like Ted Dibiassi,
Duppy all a dem, dun know no one can’t boss me, hey!

Jackson: So what do ya deel with?, ba-dam-ba-dam-ba-dim-bi-dam-bi-day,
Another one a gwaan (fi!) da-da-die today,
(weh ya say so?) step up ya game, a say somthin’!
Fuckry, original of nothin’! yeah!!

Chorus: you need to come…