Verse 1: J.B2

Kwaasi-si!

Peng ting come like Ellie or Becky lickin' African dots

Or, lick a PG top

(you know)

Peng ting come like Ellie or Becky lick an African dot

Or, lick a PG top

Two when one try, the ting come foreign

She got two from the O

Baby chat about splash!

She feelin' loose and famous as she was an older girl

Onto YG's, cuddle olders, did even stick

JB got a rapid, bust mayo on a salad, shit, then, how could this happen?

Like fix up fam

When bro-bro shh got grip on the nine, we step out, abuse his flow

Women in blue, how can fish jump out and chat bout dough?

Couldn't give a toss about girl like Tommy when I'm on my grind

So don't get cheeky, the P looks lavish

So girly call ugly, sexy

Pree YG's ting on snap, they feel pressured to be actin' bad

Pree the future and tek your mask off, don't force it, you're sad

Squares or bricks stay chillin' at home, just stop it

Don't compare your mash to a driller

When you sees him, bro is bun

JB put facts on street

Chattin' to bro, discreet

Pagans tryna get me vexed (I'm vexed)

Everyone's bad and brave till the man say wah for the yute

Oi fam, wah for the yute

Aunty, the sand ting ain't playground no more, I'm a big boy now

There's feds in the ends

Three point five, eights alladat bar bruk down like Charlie

Augustus tryna finesse a piece while I was doin' up -tician

And trim or no trim, she still jeeted me for the recognition

Verse 2: Chuks

It's all peak right now, avenue 9 really can't stop crashing

And they be doing auditions, the opps them really wan be actors

I can't show no love, cause the gal there won't stay patterned

She creased my dots and the Louis bag, B on their face that's a major factor

And I ain't really no dancer, but I [?] bop in ends

Bros in the whip, finna cop that Benz

I'm tryna shave mans head like cancer

KDB assisted bro, and I passed that skeng

I ain't really gonna talk right now, the scoreboards peak, mandem left his friend (pussy)

They love talk pon net, silly opps can't back their chat

I ain't been touched by a pagan yet

And [?] still went a sent that text

And it's got mans crossed

How you go and sit back on a loss

I might slide near the late time block

Skeng in the ride tryna drench mans top

Verse 3: JB.2

Tryna body this girl, [?]

No delicate touch, my utility flick

Get rid of that girl like [?]

Tryna pave my P, would've left your Dada

Throw up the A like wam

They tryna act but they still gonna fly like Pigeon

On the big man ting, cop balenci-, now Kelly tryna do Ciarga

Civilian tryna hop off the bench like Maradona

Lowe him, uh-uh, you don't do them tings

I'm a ghana man

Remy, haffi serve Ratatouille, but he can't get ahold of Linguine

How you draw out feds, you ain't a driller, [?]

Outro: Chuks

Usain Bolt when they run from man

I got P in vaults, I really wanna feed my fam

Put a man in the air, pixie dust, Peter Pan

I gotta soak this Don, things they talked, Rise and Tan

Left my man with battle scars, put things and stuff in cars

Broski's in the passenger

I'm marching with my dogs, like who's ready for war?

Got a B on her face, hides my flicky in her bra

9er's, come on