"Scope" lyrics
One
One
One
Think a laugh and dead inna e joke
Rifle a fire bagga hot lead inna him throat (Poh!)
Head inna e
Fling a head inna e scope
Lie weh yuh tell inna di court fi mi killer lock dung inna e cell yuh try hope
Head inna e
We ago fling a head inna e scope
Running a never my sport
Gunshot a ring like bell, a guy so
Head inna e (Ah)
Fling a head inna e scope
Killer a killer, mi style dope
Mi nigga grab up a trigger, nuh try joke
A fling a head inna e
Mi fling a head inna e scope
Which boy fi diss mi pan di planet and mi bredda nuh shot it? A hot steel yah collect (Poh!)
A athlete dem a turn, boy affi start run when di sitt'n dem a connect
Walk go leff a brain pon di bonnet
Lord, look pon him face, gyal a vomit
Mi dawg lift up a key and point it dem way
Face alone a cook, mi astonished
Skull wid di Taurus, a people wi' vanish
Love fi murder boy, if me fi be honest
Wull a mi rifle jump steam like chalice
Shoot we shoot, go tell dem a gyal malice
Pop it off, boy affi Chuck like Norris
Pussy dem cold up like Paris
Boy fold up like clothes
A di Browning dweet, mad gyalis
Think a laugh and dead inna e joke
Rifle a fire bagga hot lead inna him throat
Head inna e
Fling a head inna e scope
Lie weh yuh tell inna di court fi mi killer lock dung inna e cell yuh try hope
Head inna e (Ah)
We ago fling a head inna e scope
Running a never my sport
Gunshot a ring like bell, a guy so
Head inna e (Ah)
Fling a head inna e scope
Killer a killer, mi style dope
Mi nigga grab up a trigger, nuh try joke
A fling a head inna e
Mi fling a head inna e scope
Run up e matic and dem a drop, one, one
Buss a face, buss a case, one done
Juvie dem enuh? A nipple bokkle and Prom
Who gi dem gun? Yuh mother better stand strong (Poh!)
Get yuh throat buss from yuh diss a London
Bagga "R.I.P." wid yuh picture pon 'Gram
Shooting range weh we turn a mansion
Boy lose him face, yo, dem gun yah nah jam
Weh yuh know bout diss and dead same place weh yuh stand up?
Pussyhole, mi say nutt'n nah plan
Matic a somethin' weh a fuck up yuh organ
Cold, cold, cold
Think a laugh and dead inna e joke
Rifle a fire bagga hot lead inna him throat (Yo, Christon)
Head inna e
Fling a head inna e scope
Lie weh yuh tell inna di court fi mi killer long dung inna e cell yuh try hope
Head inna e (Ah)
We ago fling a head inna e scope
One
One
Think a laugh and dead inna e joke
Rifle a fire bagga hot lead inna him throat (Poh!)
Head inna e
Fling a head inna e scope
Lie weh yuh tell inna di court fi mi killer lock dung inna e cell yuh try hope
Head inna e
We ago fling a head inna e scope
Running a never my sport
Gunshot a ring like bell, a guy so
Head inna e (Ah)
Fling a head inna e scope
Killer a killer, mi style dope
Mi nigga grab up a trigger, nuh try joke
A fling a head inna e
Mi fling a head inna e scope
Which boy fi diss mi pan di planet and mi bredda nuh shot it? A hot steel yah collect (Poh!)
A athlete dem a turn, boy affi start run when di sitt'n dem a connect
Walk go leff a brain pon di bonnet
Lord, look pon him face, gyal a vomit
Mi dawg lift up a key and point it dem way
Face alone a cook, mi astonished
Skull wid di Taurus, a people wi' vanish
Love fi murder boy, if me fi be honest
Wull a mi rifle jump steam like chalice
Shoot we shoot, go tell dem a gyal malice
Pop it off, boy affi Chuck like Norris
Pussy dem cold up like Paris
Boy fold up like clothes
A di Browning dweet, mad gyalis
Think a laugh and dead inna e joke
Rifle a fire bagga hot lead inna him throat
Head inna e
Fling a head inna e scope
Lie weh yuh tell inna di court fi mi killer lock dung inna e cell yuh try hope
Head inna e (Ah)
We ago fling a head inna e scope
Running a never my sport
Gunshot a ring like bell, a guy so
Head inna e (Ah)
Fling a head inna e scope
Killer a killer, mi style dope
Mi nigga grab up a trigger, nuh try joke
A fling a head inna e
Mi fling a head inna e scope
Run up e matic and dem a drop, one, one
Buss a face, buss a case, one done
Juvie dem enuh? A nipple bokkle and Prom
Who gi dem gun? Yuh mother better stand strong (Poh!)
Get yuh throat buss from yuh diss a London
Bagga "R.I.P." wid yuh picture pon 'Gram
Shooting range weh we turn a mansion
Boy lose him face, yo, dem gun yah nah jam
Weh yuh know bout diss and dead same place weh yuh stand up?
Pussyhole, mi say nutt'n nah plan
Matic a somethin' weh a fuck up yuh organ
Cold, cold, cold
Think a laugh and dead inna e joke
Rifle a fire bagga hot lead inna him throat (Yo, Christon)
Head inna e
Fling a head inna e scope
Lie weh yuh tell inna di court fi mi killer long dung inna e cell yuh try hope
Head inna e (Ah)
We ago fling a head inna e scope
