Section Boyz – Army Lyrics

[Chorus: Swift]
Came with the gang on the set
Walk in like the army
How could a gyal be peng
And try walk past me?
Came to your ends with my friends
And I know that’s jarring
Free up my friends who got locked
By the bloodclart ‘rali, ‘rali, ‘rali
That’s jarring
‘Rali, ‘rali, ‘r-
That’s jarring

[Verse 1: Littlez]
So certi
How can they pass me?
Done locked off dances
Now man get paid to party
Got gyal dem stalking
Rudeboy, yeah, man’s so charming
T-house, mad work in
Bedroom look like man’s farming
Bill up my, bill up my draw with Barney
Dem gyal do too much talking
Wan’ come jam, they jar me
Gyal tek it off and get twerking
Gold on me like gnarly
Loud packs get a hani
Being ghost, I move Gastly
I don’t rate man hardly

[Verse 2: Swift]
Feds on ends
Spies, informers and ‘rali
Re-up my sket
Long time she ain’t give me ‘nani
I like gyal that are peng
Dem kind of gyal make me horny
Back then with the jack jaw ped
Like Tommy or Charlie
Man make a brick go quick
Who can move it the fastest?
Link Flipz in a bit
Man’s listening to “Dun Talkin’”
Gyal wanna link
Thinking should I be drawing?
She like Swift but
She ain’t see me in the morning

[Verse 3: Knine]
Come in the dance, start flexing
You know the whole gang stay reckless
Bu-bu-bang like Fek said
Mash the Ps and let’s get bread
Dem man dere are jarring
Act like they put in work, they’re just targets
A hundred thugs dem marching
Grab the ting and then bark it
Time to grind for the morning
Bill a spliff while I’m yawning
What’s all the typing and talking?
Vocal the cartridge in and then spark it
Hotline blinging off, bare talking
Dem boys see me ’nuff, bare talking
Man’s gonna get bread regardless
When I want trees, I link farmers

[Chorus: Swift]
Came with the gang on the set
Walk in like the army
How could a gyal be peng
And try walk past me?
Came to your ends with my friends
And I know that’s jarring
Free up my friends who got locked
By the bloodclart ‘rali, ‘rali, ‘rali
That’s jarring
‘Rali, ‘rali, ‘r-
That’s jarring

[Verse 4: Inch]
I came there
Shell that stage there
No, I don’t play fair
Wah? Wah? Wait there
Kick off mi shoe there
Step inna di room there
Bored right through there
Kick up the yout, turn ’em typhoon, yeah
This ah di warlord school
No, we don’t play with fools
Man just got the shell a man call
So I came with the shell a man crew
Peng tings wanna shell a man too
And they don’t mind slamming in twos
All they need is gas and juice
I don’t care ’bout no dickhead yout

[Verse 5: Deepee]
My bruddas, my bro V
Posted up like the Marleys
Dude on the phone
That’s [?] iCarly
I can see why you hate cause you’re broke
And they love you hardly
Walked in the strip
Had the frontline looking like Cani
Muhammad Ali
I am the greatest, you cannot pass me
Man crush bud inna hand on the road
When I step with chargie
I’m a real nigga but my real name?
That, you can’t ask me
Free my bros
Got locked by the bloodclart ‘rali

[Verse 6: Sleeks]
Tracksuit Mafia
See me in shirts hardly
Trap and rap
Tony Hawk cause I’m grinding
Money on my mind, where’s that pack?
Go find it
I ain’t rich yet
But I’ll soon be in perfect timing
I won’t wife her
But that poom poom is a Ferrari
She wan’ lock me like
Them bracelets made by Carti’
Fuck the ‘rali
Lock down half the army
Smoking flavours
Bill it up and spark it

[Chorus: Swift]
‘Rali, ‘rali
That’s jarring
‘Rali, ‘rali, ‘r-
That’s jarring

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