Pardon Me Lyrics

Slade6 fuck your bitch!

I'm sick of hearing all these verse

It's getting worse

A lotta money in purse and I don't rehearse

I put my mind on full conscious

I do observe

You got your bitch a fucking necklace

That she don't deserve

I'm not the best but I can judge on what I hear

We're giving the quality when quantity appear

Disappear then reappear cause there's a lotta things to do

Live in different atmosphere

You fuckers looking like a fool

Back it up, back it up

Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up

For fuck's sake

Bring it back, bring it back

Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up

What's up boy (Yuh)

Back it up, back it up

Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up

For fuck's sake

Bring it back, bring it back

Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up

What's up boy (Yuh)

Hold on, all these bitches getting sawed on

Two days without posting, it's Ramadhan

Hold on, why you texting with a hard on?

leaving in it on read, fuck you little bitch and I'm gone

Motherfuckers gotta know that I'm not fuckin sane,

Bitch you better be on four cause I'm not here to entertain

Pardon my insanity

Fuck all of your history

Nah you better move on

You're the lamest in the history

Alright

Motherfuckers wanna die

Side to the side imma smite these white knight

Full of spite!

You the shit? Not quite

Bitch on my sight I don't bite

Motherfucker try me

I'mma

chop your hoe

Feed them to the crow

Don't flee

Cause you're fucking slow

Too much fucking dough

More tea

For my fucking foe

Feed them all my flow

You'll see

No matter where u go

I'm still gonna blow

Back it up, back it up

Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up

For fuck's sake

Bring it back, bring it back

Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up

What's up boy (Yuh)

Back it up, back it up

Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up

For fuck's sake

Bring it back, bring it back

Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up

What's up boy (Yuh)

Fuck boys pull up in a brand new whip (Woah)

Dressed in all black cargos SVG drip (Ew)

1234 motherfucker bout' to take a hit

Shut your fucking mouth

I know you be talking shit

(Who do we got?)

We got

IV on the track (Woah)

Got our first millies

I know you don't fuck with that

(Like)

I got

Got my name on the cheque (Woah)

Got my first designer shirt

It's all about the flex aye (Alright, alright)

Yuh, now tell em who it is

IV's comeback yeah we cooking up again like

(Uh)

Yea we rounding up the Asia

Better laid back

No we coming in like Frieza

Back it up, back it up

Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up

For fuck's sake

Bring it back, bring it back

Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up

What's up boy (Yuh)

Back it up, back it up

Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up

For fuck's sake

Bring it back, bring it back

Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up

What's up boy (Yuh)