Serving

[Intro]

Sebz Beats, baby

[Chorus: Box12 and Kwengface]

Got this Nokia twerkin'

As long as the reception's good in the bando, set up that shop, start workin'

This Z come back twenty seven

No way could it come twenty two like suburbans

The gang still swervin' in Germans

Didn't drop man

Get away from your set, we emergin'

Chop that work then bag it

Cling it, repair that upsuh, we're servin'

I'm settin' up shop in the OT spot

Three days manna get that twerkin'

They askin why I'm still servin'

I tell her the music ain't enough earnings

Suttin' just got murdered

Now I'm sippin' my tea like Kermit (ha)

Unlimited grub, unlimited spots, swear that I just be workin'

[Verse 1: Box12]

Trap boy, good with the Jap boys and all round here we slap toys

I grab the dough they all get dasheen

Come cash, might get served by a black boy

Yo don't get drilled on the back way

Free in the day of the life man it's that way

The aigons make that noise

Ultra attack and we ain't no react boys

I ducked them views on the mains and up till now i still, can't explain

I'm a beast that will never be tamed

I flew like pigeons the whole hood flames

Serani  no games, he park it OK, baby just do what I say

You're far from [?], you're [?] up kway

But boy, I'd better mind what I say

[Verse 2: Kwengface]

Trap boy, trap boy, when I'm low on the dough man jack boys (come here)

Opp block search and attack boy (come here)

Smash that man down till he's nuttin' but racks boy

Man's lettin' dem fly like Fat Boy

Trapped out, you know man's in and out flats boy

Dem nosy neighbours preein' me mad like, ugh, look at this black boy (racist)

I'm in OT lookin' like a rif raff

Chit-chat out 'ere tryna get rich that

Got dots in abundance, hundreds, shots I quickly hit that

See an opp on the mains, got a skeng in my palm, man's tryna go lift that

Push the whip back, I ain't into no chitchat

Do a man jump out and then go fish that

[Chorus: Box12 and Kwengface]

Got dis Nokia twerkin'

As long as the reception's good in the bando, set up that shop, start workin'

This Z come back twenty seven

No way could it come twenty two like suburbans

The gang still swervin' in Germans

Didn't drop man

Get away from your set, we emergin'

Chop that work then bag it

Cling it, repair that upsuh, we're servin'

I'm settin' up shop in the OT shop

Three days manna get that twerkin'

They askin why I'm still servin'

I tell her the music ain't enough earnings

Suttin' just got murderedNow I'm sippin' my tea like Kermit (ha)

Unlimited grub, unlimited spots, swear that I just be workin'

[Verse 3: Box12]

I took a little trip to the broadway but its got hotter than a bop with a baby

I do that drill then search, get low, look for the corn like it's slavery

How that yute try slander my name

You ain't game, your behavior's gazy

I'm up for the bag first thing in the AM when you're layin' in bed bein' lazy

Grab that cling film wrap that tight in case everythin' goes pear

I still been grippin' my stainless, two grips, two seconds, one, he's there

Try slide round there, blame yourself when you're layin' in intensive care

Free Saucy I wish he was here, no Durex bro would've beat that bare

[Verse 4: Kwengface]

Yo, swing to the left

Nah, I can't share my secret

What happens in the rex gon' stay in the rex

I can't cuff that ting I just have my fun and I play with her necks

Two packs in the rex, my nicks done said it’s the best

Nah, you can't play with the set

Better move out, get blaze in your head

Better move out, get blaze in your wig

I got a soft spot for my sweet one

But I love chillin' with my Asian ting

Mum said bring home an African one

But I'm in love with Jamaican tings

Quit tellin' I'm up with a heart

That one was amazin' flip

See an opp man is [?] blazin' whip

[Chorus: Box12 and Kwengface]

Got this Nokia twerkin'

As long as the reception's good in the bando, set up that shop, start workin'

This Z come back twenty seven

No way could it come twenty two like suburbans

The gang still swervin' in Germans

Didn't drop man

Get away from your set, we emergin'

Chop that work then bag it

Cling it, repair that upsuh, we're servin'

I'm settin' up shop in the OT shop

Three days manna get that twerkin'

They askin why I'm still servin'

I tell her the music ain't enough earnings

Suttin' just got murdered

Now I'm sippin' my tea like Kermit (ha)

Unlimited grub, unlimited spots, swear that I just be workin'