Part 1

[Verse 1: J.B2]

Shhhh!

Take a bit of the fairy dust and give it to nitty - *tsk*

Fuck off dodgy, uh, then pop pop on the physical one

With a ticker and bell tryna cuff up your son

JugJug just pack up the P and bun

You're the opposite side, you could never be "bro", cuh, your mentality

Stylish! The way I rap with a bit of gun lean, it’s 'dif, Tiffany love it

Make a man hobbit, baby just stop it, make a man shove it, make a girl tek it

We got Zach and Cody in ends

I pull over the catty, bro's dem tryna make jokes but I believe she’s patterned, now I feel like it's 50/50

*tsk* *tsk*

Come tek a sexy donut's, gotta jeet then skeet, dot dot persona, dot, *tsk*, dot dot persona

Tryna surf on pum, it's sweet like sugar, come, tek a sexy donut's

Huh, *tsk*, she catting for Jug and J.B2, she catting to Mona, Lisa

[Verse 2: JugJug]

Ju-Julius B my bro, Mash that work then get that dough

Fuck's sake, Best stash this snow

Opps on ropes, you know, you know

Doing up pack, on my own

Catch that man, a bag of bones

J.B bring him back to the dome

I say's "good luck" and he stash them bones

Fed's on me, we are known

The brokest man best get that loan

Fly it back, Whip it back

Suck that, bro slap bro, Ol’ Joe

Uh, Uh? I got that flow, fuck with my team then you might get blown

No face, no case, I ain’t tryna get cased, No way no face is shown

Tryna fly to the top B, don't @ me I don’t give a toss B

Tryna buss case, on the daily

Ain't cuffing nun dem ladies

Tryna fly up to the top B, don't @ me I don't give a toss B

Tryna buss case, on the daily

Ain’t cuffing nun dem ladies

Part 2

[Verse 1: J.B2]

Kwaasi-si

Jug cover your face like Muslim

Gullible chick, when she speak to me

I beg her pardon, Listen madam, You better pattern, or get out my face

Zero tosses, We tap to the head

C-curve it, Beckham, baby

Huh, If I feel like Suarez I can shoot like Ivanovic

Let's go shawty, bruk your bat me wan pon-pon (beck it!)

You're done-done

Riv up the mood and pick up the slack you bum-bum

Five foot, midget

On the badmon, kiddin, give it, uh

She could feel it, the TV off, stubborn, fuck it

Fuck off Ghana, plus fuck off Edo

I'm the best, some fuck off baddo

I don't know you, give ucky below

Big up akin, man give her fenwa

Put on the shh, its a sticky one still

JB too loose, get gully widda drill

Season with crud, from early couldn't chill

Don't bother, drag me baby, get off

Henry, how can you be so horrid, tryna tarnish perfect peter

Couldn't drog the wings like didier

Boss,*tsk* cut off my easter

But, I didn't care less, give Ora she Rita

I'm on it cause she was with it, man dig it, she tek it, rah, gully!

[Verse 2: JugJug]

Comin' up with a reload

Cause I shoot, never miss that, freethrow

Man a real fat yute like Deeno

Or Man a real black yute like Eo

Tryna cross me? I don't think so

Best bal up, Valentino

Bust a head up, man it's peak though

Bust a head up, man it's peak though

*tsk*

Likkle my flow, woah woah

Chattin shit, you get blown

Comin' up with a hard one go opp block on my own

Wear your vest, wear your vest

Chattin shit, you get thrown

Chat your crop you get tossed, stopped then run, bitch and moan

Roar roar like a lion

Man's like A M is it ambulance or the tridents

Fuck the feds and their sirens

Yutes come, pull up pull up, then knife them

I just skeet skrrt and keep fighting

Fuck the statements and the writing

Ten toes from the feds is just tirin'

Better watch what you say

End of the room, JugJug's up, things go cray

Manny trap hammers for days

My guy greasy left my guy dazed

And ol' Joe made a guy pray

Jugged em up, no other way

090, AV9 for days