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[Part I] [Intro] Ay Tweeko, mixed this you know It sounds cold Madara Madara on the track [Chorus: Sav12] Really in the field no time for pretending I can tell you about bait face cheffings And how man got wrong for being on fences How you screaming gang when the opp’s your bredrin? Ay Fuck that, juice gon' spill like Lemsip In a stolen whip, not rented Who’s that? What’s that? Get it Really in the field no time for pretending I can tell you about bait face cheffings And how man got wrong for being on fences How you screaming gang when the opp’s your bredrin? Ay Fuck that, juice gon' spill like Lemsip In a stolen whip, not rented Who’s that? What’s that? Get it [Verse 1: S1] Who’s that? What’s that? Get it Back it out and fucking drench him In and out his fat no preventing Like you should’ve learnt your lesson LOL you're fucking stressing Man step with the longest That’s me and bro we step with twin wetters Bare back on a rams no leathers How many times have we skid opp block? Tryna leave a opp boy skeleton wetted Man swing that bitch, swing that bitch Hit him straight where his chest is Cah, we splash and brag, ayy We put money in smoke, he put money in Italian swag And we really itch and wet We really step with length In a stolen whip with things like who are we spleaching then? Waist and up we don’t aim at legs How many times have we backed it try splash it Then they run that’s fucking stress How many times have we pulled up hopped off And then swept up hella young men If he run then I'll fucking pursue you While broski pavement revs and, we don’t take no chances Any opp man spots I’m putting this 15 inch straight were your heart is Nuff gyal will say that I’m heartless Girl just shut up your mouth stop talking And hold onto bass when we’re walking [Verse 2: Sav12] Opp block settings just got suggested Back then on a 400 now it’s 300 settings 15 inch when we dish out cheffings They’re chining up females like how u things through leggings Waist n up we don’t aim where the leg is I stepped in the field with tekkers mummy shoulda named me Neymar If I buck jakes I turn to a skater If you slept on me you best wake up I can see true colours without throwing water on makeup Can't tell me about black man timing You think your late but I’m later Queen Elizabeth chaser ay And I took enough risks on a 125 Sav12’s really on piss your face got wacked in front of your guys He jump on tracks and tell lies Or they mention work that was not mashed by none of their guys Lurk with things and stuff when we ride [Chorus: Sav12] Really in the field no time for pretending I can tell you about bait face cheffings And how man got wrong for being on fences How you screaming gang when the opp’s your bredrin? Ay Fuck that, juice gon' spill like Lemsip In a stolen whip, not rented Who’s that? What’s that? Get it Really in the field no time for pretending I can tell you about bait face cheffings And how man got wrong for being on fences How you screaming gang when the opp’s your bredrin? Ay Fuck that, juice gon' spill like Lemsip In a stolen whip, not rented Who’s that? What’s that? Get it [Part II] [Intro: Sav12] Six [?] Hmm [Verse 1: S1] Gyally on me and Bruce Gyally want love and hugs, ugh, affi tell the bitchdem move I done jeet one ting from opp block, shit then broski, I'm way too rude 12Lean on your bae with style, how the fuck can she call man cute? And gyally want fuck with the world, cause she know that we drill and make moves Yes I done had my dough and my cheeks in crack And bass on hip when we sweeping cats Niggas can't talk 'bout laps on laps '016 I was in Cardiff sleeping with nitty and rats Like I really take risk for the cash, OT had a barbie bankin' packs [?] tried do man wrong but you know S1 man I don't with that Free all my darg locked up, don't worry akhi soon come back Like that's more racks on waps Splash and limp 'cause we're way too cocky Old school with Shh got bored out And bro nearly caught that body Dodgy the ting never done man properly Should have ripped that bitch and fed him again like shit bro hold this properly Shit then fuck, nobody can stop me Bossy and I just put 5 bills in a brand new shotty Twelve lean with botty, hands so properly Up that pole and we slap somebody Like shit then bro move from me Uh uh, no police on me And all of them boy there gobby Pour juice, go find you a hobby When I was down and broke, man flew up upsah Whiskey and bobby That's Lyca to Lyca Two booming hotties (T-Two booming hotties) [Verse 2: Sav12] Bro came with he stick, no hockey Said he wan' corn somebody I told him you're way too cocky I'll come on the glide but you owe me Ps if them boys dem lock me I'm pissed if them boys dem stop me I ran out of broccoli, so I just got a pack of the am Had to put it in my lighties gaf She said she's tryna get me bagged This loud packs way to dank I said just put it in the back Give me an hour, I'll get rid of that Next thing that she saw was racks Smile on her face, got her looking all happed I'm deep in the trap I'm in love with grinding My phones rings I'm excited Forced them bud in the baggy Man can't tell me nothing bout sizes If you do then you're lying, you're lying Big bros in the kitchen, he can't whip it But he risked it and tried it I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the big man crying He lost it all, I couldn't help but I started smiling He said "Sav this far from a joke| I can't do shit, it's strictly my dough Call up my man I need more coke Me I ring trap in ends While big broski's trapping in O Free up the locked up members I can't wait till them man come home Straightly ammy and flavor When I rass this bud to the dome More time slide with the gang Or do it on my Jack like Jones