[Intro: Russ]
Take risks 'cause my stacks too long
Come 'round, get man bun
He got smashed, that’s another one
It’s like holding wounds is fun
[Verse 1]
Had to burn that bridge, 'cause the friendship weren’t healthy
Ain’t on shit, can't help me
Still got packs on pack, just bell me
Oh shit, Russ did it again
Ain’t on me, don’t listen to 'dem
Just 'cause Russ try dip up your friend
Dick your bae, man's rocking the bed
Mercedes, just free up the Benz
Screams out, "Russ, your ten out of ten"
Fist fight where man whip out a skeng
Russ and Taze, not Ryu and Ken
No action them boy just chat
No go zone you can ask Max
Dip 'dat chest, belly or back
Big brucka, try take off your hat
Said your buff
You would’ve got jeet but you chat too much
Pretty lightie and the back is nuts
Still deep stroke in your bitch, she cummed
When you see me, don’t talk just run
Come like holding wounds is fun
If I catch him on the lack, it’s done
Big brucka, fully loaded one
Anything opp in sight, get bun
Mum scream stop, that’s my son
Uh, B, sorry I’m gone
Chat smack, I’m doing you wrong
My blade is too long
My Hermes is strong it’s keeping this up
Could you Giuseppes?
You're fucked
Taze is quick so he’s keeping up
Take that K off my gang, you're nuts
How many man over there been touched?
Should of turned pack but the boy got luck
Should of turned pack but the boy got–
Short and peng the back is a Mazza
Run down who? Your brodi' got splash up
Big dot-dot chest, smoke your whole gaff up
Russ with the Russ ain’t ina' no passa
Still do things and stuff with that cling
Invest racks and various things
Dots, nine, six and that spin
M, slash that, with both of the twins
Dot-dot twin barrel and 'ting
Fuck sake, the firing pin
Oh, well this yute will get chinged
Man cuff the game with no ring
[Verse 2]
Pull up, they panic, back it
Pursue this faggot
Tragic, let 'em have it
Magic paigons vanish
Active work rate, rapid
Acting, keep on chatting
Packing team no lacking
Taze, no respect, just splash him
Russian baby confused, can't tell your man what we do?
From Lewisham but she cute
Too bad and bouj' for these yutes
Dot-dot turn over man's coupe
Try light your head like Goku
Russ and Taze, we're stepping in twos
Way too cold 'dem man go the flu
Touch man's bro we split that in two
Msplash that, they know what we do
WOT's on this, too cruddy for you
Taze my bro from Qway, like year two
CH just break on all of them yutes
Nash MB, ain’t fucking with Bruce
Oboy Ku, bro-bro too
If Russ is moist, who bored you?
Ying and yang meant for loose
Grip and bang, aim for you
Raise your hand, boy don’t move
Raise your hand, boy don’t move
[Verse 3]
Two hands on that bruck back, firm grip when I clutch that
Try lick off a man's head, like it jammed so man dash that
Glocks in jeans, fuck a rucksack
Gun lean and then back that
Bang-bang, man crash that
M splash, my gang fam
They know me Russ with that Russ
I’m jail, no blade, face get buss
Like Ancient dots, too much rust
It came too long, chop that off
Anything opp, get wet up
Anything b in the flesh, get chef up
Man, run when me saw me come
Coward 'ting, don left his bredda (Pussy)
Two packs on the road, two packs on the road
M splash, get dough
Two packs on the road, two packs on the road
M splash, get doe
One more kill, get UAV
One more kill, get UAV
Holy moly
Pending pack, who could it be?
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