[Intro: Mr W.O.T]

I love Mr. WOT Entertainment

Crud!

[Verse 1: Russ]

Real, real, realer

Man get scrilla

Tear up liver, head, face and neck get rip up

Bro, love whip up

Bro-bro pick up the dot dots fill up

MSplash, pull up

Don't get cook up

Don’t get fried on a day like Jumu'ah

Man get mulla

Splash with skill, rotate that juker

Wet neck from a Lewisham hooker

Rock with the dots whole block got shake (Running)

They see Russ, ninety-nine pace (Running)

Big man stop, running away (Where you going?)

Instagram, what did you say?

MB pull up

Russ with the Russ, bedroom stulla

Run them down and run down mulla

Pretty girl, come take this shubba

Double tap, blow' em away

Fuck off waps, need a AK

Let it rip, like a Beyblade

Gyaldem cat, I’m sexy and paid

Purchase rock, I don't scrape pots

Five bill jeans, worth a dots

Gunshots, this can't stop

Rack on racks, been through lots

Home V's, I ain't got no behaviour

One drop then your block gets shake-up

This corn might wake up the neighbour

Skeng skeng, man ain't nothing major

I'm hungry, you're on the menu

The five-o can’t protect you

I gave your bitch a dick-full, that’s, that's why the bitch rejects you

I love this shit, I love my fam and I love my team

Accuracy, don’t need no beam

Gelato / Gela-o, I ain't drinking lean

Still got love for my dons in west

Free Huncho, only speak on text

HMP, gotta free my friends

Trident come when the gangs in pens

Texting, I don't do X and O's

Quickly give her my bone and go

Pagan cousins, they scream out sho’

Man can't trust 'em, I love them though

Texting, I don't do X and O's

Quickly give her my bone and go

Pagan cousins, they scream out sho

Man can't trust 'em, I love them though

[Verse 2]

It's Russian, baby, I'm sorry, creep

Gully creep, with that shotty

Sorry, boo, splashings my hobby

Onto who? must've took molly

White Rum, bun up your chest

Lewisham drill

Russ is the best

This wap cost an arm and a leg

Put one hand on Taze and you're dead

That's your bitch, I'm rocking that bed

Deep, stroke she shaking her legs

Bad and boujee

Tight jeans, embrace your booty

Ain't sucking nothing, just boobies

Twenty-pound for a gram; no twosie

Cali, so the bud smell fruity

MB mash bread, move booky

It's Russ babe, ask what I do, please

Skeng, skeng-man ain't nothing new, B

Red, shells come fat like two P's

Mask off peng gyal wanna do me

YinYang

Gang get six for forty

Buj one clean so the cats support me

Gun

Drill but I still step saucy

Gun

Lean make your bae get horny

Ain't on me, he's telling porkies

She got a man, she's way too naughty

Mad work

Even he knows

Fly boy, I'm an eagle

Still put five on Valentinos

Upsuh, kway, next to Heathrow

Ain't fucking hugging that bitch

That gyal bad and I fuck she look tick

Boom, flick

Dick it and skip

Tempted when she whine up her hips

Erection, she's making me stiff

Protection ain't making no kids

Harry Potter, waving my stick

Playing with skengs, we're taking the piss

Buy it rock it flicking the wrist

8years straight been taking that risk

Spinner spin, spin like a disc

Let' em have it blow' em a kiss, if

[Verse 3]

Ding dong ting on the eight

All of them man in their vids been chased

Eight boys pull up their pants and race

Usual Suspects, I came with taze (My bro)

Shut down shows I don't rave

Youths watching my face, they're gay

Lying on your back

Like hurricane

That little nigga won't breathe the same

Do road, hit the motes with peng food

If you saw her back it's mental

In my cup that's rum and Redbull

Gun lean with the wap, that's skeng moves

I wanna slap this wap on a bait ting

But the whole strips covered in bacon

Paid bands for the wands, man's waving

And the CID's tailgating

I just take man's flow it's easy

You know Russ with the Russ, too cheeky

Don't Snapchat racks, that's cheesy

Bro-bro really whips up t-t

Don't run with a wap that's neeky

Gang-gang, bang-bang

Like Chief Keef

Can't smoke shit buds, that's leafy

Grind hard for my shit, no freebies

Badman, I ain't got a six-pack

Batman outfit looking all jet black

Ain't up-front they're left-back

He got dipped now the cunt regrets that

Wreck relationships, Max Branning

In the car, that's your girl mans shagging

It's Kalas if I back this cannon

I got a deal but I'm still bang-banging