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

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

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

[Verse 3: J.B2 &
Michael Jackson up your neck
Chat again, man pattern the
Arsenal, bro, cover Welbeck, run
Big man on the neck likkle-likkle
Na, uh-uh, today settle-settle
up my lead tongue, Skittle-Skittle
Baby 'pon me, jiggle-jiggle
Got the and skeet tryna surf on pum

[Verse 4:
Michael Jack, moonwalk in the
Pretty face and a load of butt
Ching him up, tryna take out your
Boom-boom, bang, got two in the
Like, bro, was you thinking?
Back it out, now the sprinting
Let 'em it, let the pain sink in
Shoot, it off without blinking

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

[Verse 6: J.B2 & Mr
that nigga?
You ain't badder than us, shit
Kway-kway, bill up the and lit
She just the sex, lick tit
Trust me,
I bop her batty
Tryna nut it in
Finna ugh, no
When I beef lick that, tryna get teddy
Couldn't chit-chat

[Verse 7:
See the opps taking off so
Back out my shank, then back in jackets
And the gyal over there so
Opp's cuff 'cause they come like faggots
I slept in the cells no blankets
Had to put all my stuff in
And they put all my in plastic
They done bag all my in packets
the life I live, where you never see man complain
I ain't never seen YJ so made the grub disappear like David Blaine
It's like Remi done put out a diss track, then got on the rassclaat plane
got my head back hurting so I gotta smoke the Mary Jane
Huh?
I shoulda better
I put holes in numerous tops so the pigs send home
I got 'ere with a sawed-off dots, yeah they say I'm a

Man J.Sav really can't dipping
Mum's have to go sew
get a mans top wetter
Opps doin' up love
I can't no female, you can call me dome-getter
I ain't got no
So I'm out here hearts
I'm really tryna get target
Shank in your like I'm playing darts

Mr WOT]
Crud!