F About - Flowdan

I ain’t feeling all this latest stuff about

Nah, my music doesn’t fuck around

And if you don’t like it, get the fuck up out of

Here, yeah

Get the fuck up out of

Here, yeah

Get the fuck up out of

Where?

Here

Get the fuck up out of

I ain’t feeling all this latest stuff about

I’ve heard enough

They may as well turn it off

I’ve got the almanac

It’s me they need to be learning of

Straight, I’ll never be swerving off

Just wait for the bass to drop

Cause when I get onto that

The ceiling’s gonna be peeling off

Rough when I light up a riddim

Start letting off shots like my name was Megatron

I was in the VIP chilling when they rang the alarm

When they seen a don stepping on

They knew it was gonna be a massacre

Cuh man ah move like some Decepticon

Make everyone rise their bazukas, for the shooter

Microphone demigod

Rise from under the dirt like Dracula

Rise from alive like Frankenstein

The level of their riddim dem just ain’t good enough

Can’t come ah dance and demonstrate mine

I get sicker on the riddim than cancer

Real weed man, I ain’t the cigarette kind

And watch how I go for the jugular

Move straight to it and I do it anytime

My music doesn’t fuck about

I ain’t feeling all this latest stuff about

Nah, my music doesn’t fuck around

And if you don’t like it, get the fuck up out of

Here, yeah

Get the fuck up out of

Here, yeah

Get the fuck up out of

Where?

Here

Get the fuck up out of

I ain’t feeling all this latest stuff about

I’m lighting up

The levels are rising up

Badman are hyping up

The gyal dem are wining up

The rave ain’t live enough

Put on a riddim, I’ll style it up

One of my bars will wild it up

Till somebody bars, rewind it up

I’m in a zone and I’m zoning, everybody stand back

From the launchpad when I take off

Should’ve known from how the ting’s going

If your team’s close to the speaker, that’s your face gone

We need more room in the building

I told them already, I’m a shutdown don

One microphone, one riddim, two draws of the zoot

And the gash for a couple of my dons

Just for the couple of my dons

Make the bouncers double up the numbers and barricade off

It’s all mad, every one of my tunes keep shutting it down

Boydem wanna lock the rave off

Could tell they wasn’t ready for what to expect

When I rolled up dressed in black like a boss

You don’t know wah gwan, I’m like an assassin

Cuh everyting dead when I’m gone

My music doesn’t fuck about

I ain’t feeling all this latest stuff about

Nah, my music doesn’t fuck around

And if you don’t like it, get the fuck up out of

Here, yeah

Get the fuck up out of

Here, yeah

Get the fuck up out of

Where?

Here

Get the fuck up out of

I ain’t feeling all this latest stuff about