Bashy - Cannon lyrics
[Bashy - Cannon lyrics]
You know me, it's Bashy man
You won't see me in Red Monkeys man
I'd rather buy a thousand mixtapes yeah oii
The names Ash but it's Bash to you faggots
In Green mans got guns bigger than a (Cannon)
And the youngers are nutters
A bunch of mischievous fuckers who would
Cut you in your adams
I won't stop until I'm bading
Just like the Adams
Hustling, getting my bank balance
Up per annum guns man doe
Pull 'em out for fashion they bang 'em
And when the jakes come
Act like nothing happened
But out to the tugs in the slammer
Let me take the time to say
Free my nigga Gangbanga Stana
Who? Gangbanga Stana yes blood
He reps his manor
He's a hard face, Scarface black Montana
Anyway back to the manor
Where North West ain't in a passer passer
Quick to tell ya pussy
Know yourself guns go bracka bracka
I'm a stacker, stacker you slacker, slacker
Plus it look like a bunny nyam
Your chain cause it's lacking carrots
And girls feel my swagger from
Back in the day when I dropped the 1-10's
With Dolce & Gabbana
Fresh off the hanger but now
I want the Jacobs, i ain't talking crackers
Me work for the crackers?
Are you fucking crackers?
And girls love my mixtapes, I'm flattered
And guys tell me when they see me
I'm getting battered huhh
Stay there with your little daggers
Got the ting here
So like the Rock says, 'It doesn't matter!'
Cause you need to be, quick to scare me
But, I'll fly like punch your claat
Take the shank and slice you like salami
Better kill me if you harm me
I'm not inna that malarky
Fuck swimming with the fishes
You'll be drowning where the sharks be
Fuck your Mr miyagi karate
Don't make me laughy grab you by the boat
Stab you in the throat with the car key
Yeah I'm with my army
Sit back and enjoy your Bacardi
Don't make us spoil the party, you punani
My boys are animals, no safaris
No games, no Atari's
No jokes like Cat and Arby
Niggas will snatch your Carti, advertise
The product like 'Sace, sace'
Auction it off to the highest bidder
I roll with couple killers
Who will run in your yard and
Meet the Parents like Ben Stiller
You know them fuckrie Yardies
Anyway, look I drop Armani and Cavalli
Smell of Dreamer by Versace
On the road I'm stacking hard P's
Hardly got the time for barneys
And meeting all these ladidadi's and arty
Fartys like 'Kiss, kiss, Ashley, ashley'
Movie directors like cast me, cast me
I'll act in your trilogy
From Part One right through to Part Three
Not racist but fuck the Nazi's
Big up Idi Amin this is London
Kensal Rise bitch this ain't Marcy
Niggas move the queues of the Charlie
Making profit off the Barley
Won't stop 'til my pockets are
Fatter than MC Narstie
Yeah shut up, shut up, shut up
Yo, don't ya know
I said them tings go bracka, bracka
You know them tings go bracka, bracka
Hmmm oiiii, nahhhh
You won't see me in Red Monkeys man
I'd rather buy a thousand mixtapes yeah oii
The names Ash but it's Bash to you faggots
In Green mans got guns bigger than a (Cannon)
And the youngers are nutters
A bunch of mischievous fuckers who would
Cut you in your adams
I won't stop until I'm bading
Just like the Adams
Hustling, getting my bank balance
Up per annum guns man doe
Pull 'em out for fashion they bang 'em
And when the jakes come
Act like nothing happened
But out to the tugs in the slammer
Let me take the time to say
Free my nigga Gangbanga Stana
Who? Gangbanga Stana yes blood
He reps his manor
He's a hard face, Scarface black Montana
Anyway back to the manor
Where North West ain't in a passer passer
Quick to tell ya pussy
Know yourself guns go bracka bracka
I'm a stacker, stacker you slacker, slacker
Plus it look like a bunny nyam
Your chain cause it's lacking carrots
And girls feel my swagger from
Back in the day when I dropped the 1-10's
With Dolce & Gabbana
Fresh off the hanger but now
I want the Jacobs, i ain't talking crackers
Me work for the crackers?
Are you fucking crackers?
And girls love my mixtapes, I'm flattered
And guys tell me when they see me
I'm getting battered huhh
Stay there with your little daggers
Got the ting here
So like the Rock says, 'It doesn't matter!'
Cause you need to be, quick to scare me
But, I'll fly like punch your claat
Take the shank and slice you like salami
Better kill me if you harm me
I'm not inna that malarky
Fuck swimming with the fishes
You'll be drowning where the sharks be
Fuck your Mr miyagi karate
Don't make me laughy grab you by the boat
Stab you in the throat with the car key
Yeah I'm with my army
Sit back and enjoy your Bacardi
Don't make us spoil the party, you punani
My boys are animals, no safaris
No games, no Atari's
No jokes like Cat and Arby
Niggas will snatch your Carti, advertise
The product like 'Sace, sace'
Auction it off to the highest bidder
I roll with couple killers
Who will run in your yard and
Meet the Parents like Ben Stiller
You know them fuckrie Yardies
Anyway, look I drop Armani and Cavalli
Smell of Dreamer by Versace
On the road I'm stacking hard P's
Hardly got the time for barneys
And meeting all these ladidadi's and arty
Fartys like 'Kiss, kiss, Ashley, ashley'
Movie directors like cast me, cast me
I'll act in your trilogy
From Part One right through to Part Three
Not racist but fuck the Nazi's
Big up Idi Amin this is London
Kensal Rise bitch this ain't Marcy
Niggas move the queues of the Charlie
Making profit off the Barley
Won't stop 'til my pockets are
Fatter than MC Narstie
Yeah shut up, shut up, shut up
Yo, don't ya know
I said them tings go bracka, bracka
You know them tings go bracka, bracka
Hmmm oiiii, nahhhh