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[Intro: Producer & Mr WOT]
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 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, irrelevant
Infected, they need
On 'ting, if you're from Bellingham
One man up, way too
Slide with the broom Harry, uh
on your bae, no bally
Akhi, ying and yang, I been
Fly then lick the in the alley

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

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

[Verse 5:
I don't wanna talk too much
All faggots know we put poles in dingers
I might get DS to back his shank or get big bro to back his
They don't see Loose in the cold, bro
Had shook and turned them sprinter
How many times we run down Adz?
Got with shanks, some stupid nigga
Got in the lack while sleeping
How the fuck can I this beefin'?
don't want this index squeezing
Regz in the room so your 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 does; I won't stop

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 just loving the sex, tit
Trust me,
I bop her batty
Tryna nut it in
Finna ugh, no
When I beef lick that, get this teddy
Couldn't give

[Verse 7:
See the opps off so rapid
Back out my shank, it's back in jackets
And the over there so ratchet
gon' cuff 'cause they come like faggots
I done in the cells no blankets
Had to put all my in baskets
And put all my food in plastic
They done bag all my 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 David Blaine
It's like Remi done put out a diss track, then got straight on the plane
It's got my head back hurting so I smoke the Mary Jane
Huh?
I shoulda better
I put holes in numerous tops so the pigs send home
I got 'round 'ere with a sawed-off dots, they say I'm a

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

Mr WOT]
Crud!