Caught Series, Pt. 10 - Destorm Power

So finally the Jamaicans decided in my product

Man nis was in traffic

They don’t look so Jamaican to me papi

Girl we’re Jamaican as fuck

Mm Jafaking

Bring me my case, and my drugs better not be lase

Get over there

I swear to god if it is

It ain’t

Imma set it off in this place

Boss I can’t wait to use my brand new gun on these fools (gun on these fools)

get blood on my shoes

What if the Jamaicans set us up

Please boss, let us kill these two dudes

Wait, homie don’t do that, no what you want to do that for

If you kill us, there’s no more drugs, we the plug

Let him up

Open the case

(Click click)

Time to give my drugs a taste

Taste it papi

Wait a minute, that’s flour

That’s impossible

Kill these fucking cowards

My pleasure, get down on your knees

Spare us, I’m begging you please

Too late

We’re two dead nis

Don’t you dare pull that trigger

Why brother?

Is this the man you love manita?