Popcaan – “Find Dem” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Popcaan - Find Dem (prod. Karey Records)

Popcaan premieres the visual for Karey Records-produced “Find Dem” track. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Popcaan Find Dem
Popcaan Find Dem

Popcaan – Find Dem (prod. Karey Records)

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Lyrics

When you see me lift the piece a MAC-90
You better run
Yow, Karey (Yow, Karey)
When you see me lift the MAC (Trouble, foot)

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Gun them down, gun them down
Gun them down, gun them down
Gun them down, gun them down
Rifle a beat like rough cut drum
Man find them house and burn them down
Gunshot in a your face in a the brawling sun
My G go fi dem wid bale and gun
Boy fall like tree and drop ‘pon ground

Boy dead
Flow hotter than the ozone
Gunshot in a your head and you gone [?]
Shot fly through your ear, a no sound [?]
Doctor a read your brain like a pronoun
Nah left the gun go nowhere
You mussi mad, nah dweet
Nah left the Glock gone street
Rise up the fifteen, select it and make your head leak
Yeah, we full a shot [?]

Pussy [?] like [?] killy
Boy, anywhere me gun [?] baptize
People feel say a Titanic when him a capsize
Fifty-cal burn him up, them think a hot fries
Them a ask who kill him, send a girl go ask Christ
Mama tell you stay home, you should a take her advice
Full a gun, yeah, me have them in a all size
From you diss the Unruly, me know you don’t wise

Me no fear no man at all
[?] nobody me a fear
Bring me guns and me bomb anywhere
Pussy a try fi run off, in a scope me a stare
Could a pray like Pastor Blair
Me see say a

Dead boy them
Anytime Park Lane find them
Dead boy them
Anytime [?] find them

Travis
Shot can’t done like how CT scan see the food can’t done
Level up the badness
Add a couple more draco, some more sixteen, more hand gun
Bombohole
Love use him tongue
Rest the [?] pon him lip and move him gun
Dela Vega love gun them down
Granddad say go heaven this a gun kingdom (Trouble)

Dead boy them
Anytime badman find them
Dead boy them
Anytime Lyssons find them
Dead boy them
Anytime TG find them
Dead boy them (Trouble, foot, [?]!)

Gun them down, gun them down
Gun them down, gun them down
Gun them down, gun them down
Rifle a beat like rough cut drum
Man find them house and burn them down
Gunshot in a your face in a the brawling sun
My G go fi dem wid bale and gun
Boy fall like tree and drop ‘pon ground

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