[Intro: Loose]

M17, smoke

Mmm-hmm

Ayy

Loose

[Verse 1]

So let's get this straight

I'm Loose, yeah, I go where I want; anytime, anyplace

Should have told me you're wearing a vest

So I coulda just stab mans face, or neck, or chest

I swear my pagans give me stress

'Cah they do it the UK Drill

Or they are doing up gang on the net

Fuck CID and fuck the Trident

Man, I swear down I hate the Met

I don't know when this beef's gonna end

But it's like they forgot when its started

I chinged up my man, he spoke to the feds

So don't talk 'bout who have you've cheffed

'Cause you done got-got at Katie's

All now you ain't riding again

Please, I don't wanna hear about Kweng

'Cause when it was what's your involvement days, niggas wasn't really backing their friends

How you friends with a man that robbed your friend?

All now, man, it don't make sense

Two man in the fucked off, way too fucked off blade tryna leave man finished

Dilute my juice and spill it

Four man in the fuck off ding dong

Pass that ping-pong ball and drill it

What you know about backing your friend in the field

Ten opps, don't know what to do

I'm Loose, I back my Bruce

Swing my shank, tryna catch me a two

I heard dice got rolled, no monopoly ting, that's a young black lad on the news

I'm Moscow O, the pretty ones know I'm still taking risk

Bro, MY, still taping strips

Air Force 1, no crease, it's crisp

Gyally want all of this dick

Arch up her back and open lips

No fuck that, hold dis mash 'cause I'm feeling like Ghost an' I need me a Tash

Power duo, that's Tommy and Ghost

Me and JB gon' pull up on toes

Wap for wap, or shank for shank

I want your soul, it's already been sold

125 or three-double-o

Or I can get you a Q for three-double-o

Chop it, rock it, send it up O

Look at my package, Look at these bones

And I can tell you 'bout beef

A hundred trips to opp block shank on me playing hide and seek

Then kick back home for cookies and tea

Then wait till 6pm, I'm tryna see a pagan on ITV

Free my niggas doing up I.T.V or kicking them doors

Getting IEP's

Can't come to the b-congestion, I'll clamp on your whip no mention

And I don't know if your on to the gang, so let me cut that slice of tension

If you’re on to any of my bredrins

I'm backing my wap or shank, no question

Still do it for the ones that resting: Incognito; GB, too

And rest up Latz, real bad boy from the Harlem flats

Two shanks tryna creep on man, we was in Thameside flats

Knocked on my door like, "Loose, let's crash"

Say no more, we'll do it in the morning, 'cause I'll do for my bros, no chat

JB remember when we licked down shh

And almost licked down shh

Now they all do Pyrex living

Why the fuck you wanna lie about the kitchen?

'Cause you ain't gonna stretch that pack

So it ain't gonna make no difference

I just cop me some TT liz

And it came with the darkest sibling

See I love me the trap and jugging

Still got a bank on the beef, it's cooking

GD61 and still looking

Judge still throwing out birds and bookings