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[Intro: Mr WOT] 800 Hertz Jamma Beats Fresh money, baby Yo, Dublin, big up yourself, you dun know Obviously, trust it Crud Muad [Verse 1: J.B2] Man-man back your mash and bop with a different sauce And-and splash your cash, she bop with the edible, oh Blue lights, see po-po I don't know what to-to do Baby cattin', uh, bueno Fishing-fishing, lost, Nemo [Verse 2: Russ] Fuck-fuck 'dem yutes, they're irrelevant Infected, they need medicine On sight 'ting, if you're from Bellingham One man up, way too militant Slide with the broom like Harry, uh Sexed on your bae, no bally Akhi, ying and yang, I been trappy Fly then lick the shots in the alley [Verse 3: J.B2] Michael Jackson, twist up your neck Chat again, man pattern the neek Arsenal, bro, curve it Welbeck onna run Big man on the net turn likkle-likkle Na, uh-uh, today can't settle-settle Give out molly tun, Skittle-Skittle Baby 'pon me, just jiggle-jiggle Gotta jeet and skeet tryna surf on pum [Verse 4: Russ] Michael Jack, moonwalk in a crutch Pretty face and a whole load of butt Ching him up, tryna take out your guts Boom-bang, got two in the bruck Like, bro, what was you thinking? Back it out, now the yutes sprinting Let 'em have it, let the pain sink in Shoot, slap it off without blinking [Verse 5: Chuks] I don't even wanna talk too much All these faggots know we put poles in dingers I might get DS to back his shank or get big bro to back his spinner They don't wanna see Loose in the cold, bro Had them shook and turned them sprinter How many times have we run down Adz? Got chased with shanks, some stupid nigga Got caught in the lack while sleeping How the fuck can I call this beefin'? They don't want this index squeezing Regz in the room so your bitch ain't leaving How many times did they lock up bro? I backed my shank, don't need me a reason Wait 'til shh comes back in ends Cah 'til he does, I won't stop creeping [Verse 6: J.B2] Who's-who's that nigga? You ain't badder than us, you're shit Kway-kway, bill up the spliff and lit She just loving the sex, lick tit Trust me, daddy When I bop her batty Tryna nut it in Kelly Finna ugh, no quicky When I beef lick that, tryna get this teddy Couldn't give chit-chat [Verse 7: Chuks] See the opps taking off so rapid Back out my shank then it's back in jackets And the gyal over there so ratchet Opp's gon' cuff 'cause they come like faggots I done slept in the cell no blankets Had to put all my stuff in baskets And they put all my food in plastic They done bag all my clothes in packets It's the life I live, where you never see man complain I ain't 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 plane It's got my head back hurting so I gotta smoke the Mary Jane Huh? Huh? I shoulda known better I put holes in numerous tops so the pigs send home letters I got 'round 'ere with a sawed-off dots, yeah they say I'm a ​home-wrecker Man J.Sav really can't stop dipping Mum's have to go sew sweaters Tryna get a mans top wetter Opps doin' up love letters I can't trust no female, you can call me dome-getter I ain't got no feelings So I'm out here breaking hearts I'm really tryna get that target Shank in your head like I'm playing darts [Outro: Mr WOT] Crud Muad