[Intro - S1 & Russ]

Them boy there good with their words but they're not good with the riding

Fly O, no Biggie with two packs

Stack grands, invest in new waps

Saw Jakes come back then they taped it off

Roll down my ends certain man feel lost

Came in the room like "who's that?"

Bruck back, two hands, abuse that

[Verse 1 - S1]

Swing that shet let me show you bout violence

Main road swing it twice see the pussyhole crying, man fish out your chest and leave him for dead then cut from sirens

Backroads man skrt, S1 don't don't do with the hiding

Know like, pull up hop off and fish a man knife him

Like bro just get him get him just wet him wet him with a crucial slicing

Had his mumsy screaming "God" like "Why him?!"

Back it out and the blade come long like Viking

Just in and out like 'Splash splash' "Where is your kidneys hiding? Where's Wally cah I wan find him?!"

He spoke and then he got fed, guess what bro well now there's no violence

[Verse 2 - Russ]

Hop out a man like "Hey!"

Then, squeeze up the mash; my bae

One, hand in the air; nae nae

Russ and Taze we're too boasay

Cut through step out, I step with smoke

Tweak on songs but you've been on ropes

From an opp boy man's been on volts

Head or neck I ain't tearing coats

Big Russ, step out on violence

Don't run, defend all that typing

Big corn or hit him with knifings

Long swords, we're waring like Vikings

Oi, get him, squeeze the black prick

M Splash Dat, we did what we did

Grown or young, don't care; still get dipped

Free Nutcase, he's home in a bit

[Verse 3 - S1]

Them boy there good with their words but they're not good with the riding

Push bike, big ramz I'm known for the sliding

Anything Grove, man drill it then bill it they're doing up O that's mileage

And I grip 2 hands on a dots; bang it off and watch all of them boys start hiding, some pussyholes please stop lying

Slide on any block, saw Jakes come back then they taped it off

Roll down my ends certain man feel lost

Too bad, you're fucked but hold that loss

On the glide no fucks, anything Grove man drill it then dust

How many times have we bucked up, in an 'aigon's head? Have you got bust?

[Verse 4 - Russ]

Fly O, no Biggie with two packs

Stack grands, invest in new waps

Came in the room like "who's that?"

Bruck back, two hands, abuse that

Bad boy from qway, they know that

Add a kay, take a blade where your domes at

I don't need no manbag

Right hand got a stick like Grandad

Splash boy yeah the lifestyle's hectic

Still tryna move bricks like Tetris

I'm on them yutes and I meant it

Put hands on bro, that's a death wish

He woulda got corn but I left it

Cos they fuck with the pigs that (?)

And I can't go jail for a black prick

Fuck that, dead, (?)

Aye, facts is facts, can't hack this Russ

Russ do road, Russ do that Atlas

Won't leave him, back my bro

Won't leave him, man stand and crash it

Frightened yutes, they dash and panic

Don't want war them man just chat shit

IC3 when I back that magic