[Intro: Loosescrew]
M17
Mmm
Smoke
(It's a dog eat dog world)
Ayy
[Chorus: Loosescrew & Rizzy Rampz]
Them man don't wanna chance it
Still blastin', still Moscow Marching
Violate, turn to a target
My tracksuit's dirty, I'm doing up arson
Tracksuit dirty, I'm doing up arson
We don't bury our tools in the garden
Back the spin-spin, show man about marksman
Free bro, didn't get no pardon, pardon
Come talk to me darlin'
[Verse 1: Rizzy Rampz]
Splash him (splash him), with a passion-passion, uh
Rest up Latz, facts, done make two wetters a fashion
The paigons them passive, talk on their tunes, but ain't really banging
Shotty just oh so long, hazard, got me unbalanced
They say that I talk to myself, don't talk to myself, I talk with dem...
They move tapped, they're tellin' man "Drill it" (Drill it)
They think that I'm kiddin', mad from no meds they went through my vision (vision)
He claims he's on drills, how can he be when bro's in that prison?
Swing shanks in rhythm, angle different, now he's all squirty, worksy
The scene is all dirty, baby girl love my rhyming like nursery
Golden one from Pecks, greatest sex, you know she my percy (Percy)
I keep, keep it on deck in case them man step and think they can hurt me
Two got splashed in a day, uh-uh, that's synchronised swimming
JB scored him a 9 out of 10 for the way that he dived when the dots hit him, my Russians on drillin'
Free Ted, free Loose, free Tiny, free JB, they gave them all pigeons
Free Intent too, got bagged up in O, since then he's been chillin'
[Verse 2: M2Times]
Yola cookin', Pyrex whippin', bring it back over, do it and flip it
T-house sittin', cunch line rippin', two in a dots, three in a migit
Turned him *****, now little man's kippin'
Took a loss this week, I was livid
Doubled it back, now I'm king of the kitchen
Twin, see opps on the block, go spin it
Ay, nearly broke my hand when I dug all in him, I left him swimmin'
Keeps chingin', Beyblade ting bro-bro go r-r-rip it
Pyrex whippin', I said it already
Scored on the opps, we did it already
One eye blink wid a wap like Fetty
We're playing footy
Do up your chest, the T-shirts messy
Did you get it? TT grub
Grab n' cheff it, do jugg on the ends without no credit
Open the pack, the bando's smellin'
Whippin' up work, we're known as chemists
Lil' man's still stuck in a box
We put him in a riz, roll and bun him
Dotty too long, chop it, chop it
Bro's in O, we're stackin' the profit
Wine and dine with the smoke, I love it
Bae's too in, now she keeps on cussin'
We go on a date? she's holding a rocket, ayy
We get bands and mash it
Step with the tools, Clank and Ratchet
Russian rangers scored a matic
We do it for GB, splash and brag it
Splash and brag it
[Verse 3: LooseScrew]
Grip shanks-grip shanks and guns we invest in
You can hold corn from the dots or Wesson
I'm a badman straight from the ends
You best just mind whose gangs you're testin'
Before we put hands on dots, used to get 'round there, pedal bikes and cheffers
Friday nights, don't do no message
Step for the kill, that's numerous cheffing
Infested Peckham, we're Moscow veterans, teach them a lesson
War is war, tell a boy "Don't lack"
I lost my bro so I ride and attack
I'm tryna do more than just scratch man's back
Blow man's head off and send man off, that's the shit man's on for the gang
The man talk shit like they're grown, then they go home like "Loose is out 'ere"
Best hide when I put on that bike gear
Drop on the opps so you know a man's slide there
Can't slide on the block, gotta slide on the area
Guys talk shit but they know that they heard of us
Enter the spin ting lookin' all circular
Got shit for the low, come work with us
[Chorus: LooseScrew & Rizzy Rampz]
Them man don't wanna chance it
Still blastin', still Moscow Marching
Violate, turn to a target
My tracksuit's dirty, I'm doing up arson
Tracksuit dirty, I'm doing up arson
We don't bury our tools in the garden
Back the spin-spin, show man about marksman
Free bro, didn't get no pardon, pardon
Come talk to me darlin'