[Verse 1: Ousama]

Lobash-Lobash

Gon catch that throw-back throw-back

Hold that snap and roll back

Nope I dont control that

Back when we was youngers moving out and looting london

Jump the gate we got that new pack for consumption

Ticket officer got no assumption cos we roll in comfort

Cosy boy

No longer on our lonely boy

Operation fuck the country up and get clubbers jumping

Omg you must be up to something

Looking suss at me like what you mean?

I do not hold no 1PLSD or gram of Ketamine inside my Louis-V

I never even heard of diemethyltryptamine

Loaded of a bowl off salvia thats never me

Only ever took a trip to venice beach

But I never went to venice beach

There ain't no controlling me

All these older folk are groaning about these drillers and their melanine

I just get the pistol loaded now the jury choking

Keep it real I got the hooded motive

Rolling through your gated community

Stay protecting all my felons like Macaulay Culkin

There ain't no raiding my evergreen

Now I got the juice there ain't no trading my recipe

Like KFC but I got that Kobe Bryant chopper

Switch to the heart of the beat and I'm making my mark of the beast to the path of elites

Way to far for defeat and you ain't gonna bargain with me

Armed to the teeth and the lipdrip ill thats a carpenters fee

Bitch we rolling deep and stay invincible

Living at the pinnacle

Still I had some time to take your lady out to dinner though

Spread open like centrefold for me

I'm In between a riddle

Do I hit the lick and get the sinner out

Live like Rin a killer bro

Or keep it easy steer away from medicals

Feet down with the stereo

Booming

Redefine a missiletoe

The minimal is barring out the lyrical

They asking who I do it for

People back in jericho

I never met them but I'm Living in their image though

Welcome to the Intro

The current vibe is spiritual

Better take it metaphysical

Your listening to icaro

Whipping up a party

The crowd going hysterical

[Verse 2: Ousama]

Strapped hard I'm back

Ready for snacks like pacman

Murder pussy on sight, cat scan

Blunt rolled tighter than nun bums

Ghost socials Im too cool for karma

Fuck a like I put my thumbs up a bra and squeeze

Fucked the bitch rough push her breasts down hard on chair now she nipple crippled

Flipped the script at the studio for having a no nude co-star

I don't cosign my whole class

How you a freshman with no bars?

One side you got face tats and ski masks

Other half bunch of wannabe woke artist getting sold out for cars cash and rollies

I know your background but these days I'm so heartless

I should come through with a crowbar

But lets be honest the the preach mode is over

Chasing fools gold and lewd rooks

Times up I clocked you ain't hood

Try imagining 2Pac Tik-Toking to Drake

That's your lane so go ahead

Imma be role playing project bluebook

I dont do hooks

I got enough punchlines to rope-a-dope and trade a gut bang for a rude look

You won't catch me outside

Stamp me outside

Never

Foot down I'm gaslightning the pedal

Enjoy your trap life

Ever week I'm back harder than ever

Got the fans mouthwide

So fuck your clout vibes

Fuck your record company annual target outlines

Fuck the feds and fuck the Tri-Lateral commission

Gotta re-route music back to the outliers

Lobash pull up with a gat the size of Eifflel

I ain't tryna amass no fans more like emancipate the rivals

And bring back a dapper share to the rappers air like a

Russian man practising slapoeria

I'm really hashing out your manners now

Bag em up the body dropping out the paleka

Sweat iffy if your Patek drippy

Me & Rin on some next dizzy business

Kill switch lifted

For all appearences the pills are gifted

Murals are drawn for those born as aurora borealis...