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

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

2: Russ]
Fuck-fuck 'dem yutes, they're
Infected, they medicine
On sight 'ting, if from Bellingham
One man up, way too
Slide with the broom Harry, uh
Sexed on bae, no bally
Akhi, ying and yang, I been
Fly then the shots in the alley

3: J.B2 & Crowd]
Michael Jackson twist up your
Chat again, man pattern the
Arsenal, bro, cover Welbeck, run
Big man on the touched; likkle-likkle
Na, uh-uh, today settle-settle
Give up my tongue, Skittle-Skittle
Baby me, just jiggle-jiggle
Got the and skeet tryna surf on pum

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

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

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

[Verse 7:
See the opps taking off so
Back out my shank, then it's in jackets
And the gyal over there so
Opp's gon' cuff 'cause they like faggots
I done slept in the no blankets
Had to put all my stuff in
And they put all my food in
They done bag all my in packets
It's the life I live, where you never see man
I ain't never seen YJ so gassed; made the disappear like David Blaine
It's like Remi put out a diss track, then got straight 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 letters
I got 'round 'ere with a dots, yeah they say I'm a

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

Mr WOT]
Crud!