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

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

[Verse 2:
Fuck-fuck yutes, they're irrelevant
Infected, they medicine
On sight 'ting, if you're from
One man up, way too
with the broom like Harry, uh
Sexed on bae, no bally
Akhi, ying and yang, I been
Fly then lick the shots in the

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

[Verse 4:
Michael Jack, moonwalk in the
Pretty face and a load of butt
him up, tryna take out your guts
Boom-boom, bang, got two in the
Like, bro, what was you
it out, now the yutes sprinting
Let 'em have it, let the sink in
Shoot, slap it off blinking

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

[Verse 6: J.B2 & Mr
Who's-who's that
You ain't badder than us, shit
Kway-kway, bill up the and lit
She just loving the sex, tit
Trust me,
When I bop her
nut it in Kelly
Finna ugh, no
When I lick that, tryna get this teddy
Couldn't give

[Verse 7:
See the opps off so rapid
Back out my shank, then it's back in
And the over there so ratchet
gon' cuff 'cause they come like faggots
I done slept in the no blankets
Had to put all my stuff in
And put all my food in plastic
They bag all my clothes in packets
It's the life I live, you never see man complain
I ain't never seen YJ so gassed; made the grub disappear like Blaine
It's Remi done put out a diss track, then got straight on the rassclaat plane
It's got my head back hurting so I gotta smoke the Jane
Huh?
I shoulda known
I put holes in numerous tops so the pigs send letters
I got 'round 'ere with a sawed-off dots, yeah say I'm a

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

[Outro: Mr
Crud!