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

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

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

[Verse 3: J.B2 &
Michael Jackson twist up neck
Chat again, man pattern the
Arsenal, bro, Welbeck, gonna run
Big man on the neck touched;
Na, uh-uh, today settle-settle
Give up my tongue, Skittle-Skittle
Baby me, just jiggle-jiggle
Got the jeet and skeet surf on pum

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

[Verse 5:
I even wanna talk 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 shook and turned them sprinter
How times have we run down Adz?
Got with shanks, some stupid nigga
Got in the lack while sleeping
How the can I call this beefin'?
They want this index squeezing
in the room so your bitch ain't leaving
How many times did lock up bro?
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 nigga?
You badder than us, you're shit
Kway-kway, bill up the and lit
She just loving the sex, tit
me, daddy
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 taking off so
out my shank, then it's back in jackets
And the gyal there so ratchet
Opp's gon' cuff 'cause they come like
I done slept in the no blankets
Had to put all my in baskets
And put all my food in plastic
They done bag all my clothes in
the life I live, where you never see man complain
I never seen YJ so gassed; made the grub disappear like David Blaine
It's like Remi done put out a diss track, then got straight on the rassclaat
It's got my head back hurting so I gotta smoke the Mary
Huh?
I shoulda better
I put holes in numerous tops so the pigs send letters
I got 'round with a sawed-off dots, yeah they say I'm a

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

Mr WOT]
Crud!