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[Intro: Tags & Mr WOT]
Beats
Fresh Baby
Yo, Dublin, big up yourself, you dun
Obviously, it
Crud!
Maud!

1: J.B2]
Man back your mash and bop with a sauce
And splash your cash, she bop the edible, oh
lights, see po-po
I don't know what do
cattin', uh, bueno
Fishing-fishing, lost,

[Verse 2:
Fuck-fuck 'dem yutes, irrelevant
Infected, need medicine
On 'ting, if you're from Bellingham
One man up, way too
Slide with the like Harry, uh
Sexed on bae, no bally
Akhi, ying and yang, I trappy
Fly then the shots in the alley

3: J.B2 & Crowd]
Michael Jackson twist up neck
again, man pattern the neek
Arsenal, bro, cover Welbeck, run
Big man on the touched; likkle-likkle
Na, uh-uh, today can't
Give up my lead tongue,
'pon me, just jiggle-jiggle
Got the jeet and skeet surf on pum

4: Russ]
Michael Jack, in the crutch
Pretty and a whole load of butt
Ching him up, tryna take out guts
Boom-boom, bang, got two in the
Like, bro, was you thinking?
Back it out, now the sprinting
Let 'em have it, let the sink in
Shoot, it off without blinking

[Verse 5:
I even wanna talk too much
All these faggots we put poles in dingers
I might get DS to his shank or get big bro to back his spinner
They wanna see Loose in the cold, bro
Had shook and turned them sprinter
How times have we run down Adz?
Got chased with shanks, stupid nigga
Got caught in the lack while
How the fuck can I this beefin'?
They don't want this index
Regz in the so your bitch ain't leaving
How times did they lock up bro?
I backed my shank, don't me a reason
Wait 'til shh comes back on
Cah 'til he I won't stop creeping

6: J.B2 & Mr WOT]
Who's-who's nigga?
You ain't badder than us, you're
Kway-kway, bill up the and lit
She loving the sex, lick tit
me, daddy
When I bop her
Tryna nut it in
ugh, no quicky
When I lick that, tryna get this teddy
Couldn't chit-chat

[Verse 7:
See the taking off so rapid
Back out my shank, then back in jackets
And the gyal over so ratchet
Opp's gon' 'cause they come like faggots
I done in the cells no blankets
Had to put all my in baskets
And they put all my food in
They bag all my clothes in packets
It's the life I live, you never see man complain
I ain't never YJ so gassed; made the grub disappear like David Blaine
It's like done put out a diss track, then got straight on the rassclaat plane
It's got my head back hurting so I smoke the Mary Jane
Huh?
I known better
I put holes in tops so the pigs send home letters
I got 'round with a sawed-off dots, yeah they say I'm a

Man J.Sav really stop dipping
have to go sew sweaters
Tryna get a mans top
doin' up love letters
I can't trust no female, you can call me
I ain't got no
So I'm out here hearts
I'm tryna get that target
Shank in head like I'm playing darts

[Outro: Mr
Crud!