[Intro]

(S-S-Swavy on the beat)

[Verse 1: Russ]

Tryna hit two-man do that one time, call that deuce

My man picked up his legs, dragged back his friend, try get boost

Been over there bait bait get chased like duck duck goose

Anything 8 get bun, run

Same for the BSide yutes

They know what we do

They know what we do, gun lean in your bitch

And splash up your Bruce

I'm stepping with Twin, I'm stepping with Krimz

We’re coming for you

Doing up slang Ying and that Yang, maximum prof'

Thank god for the cats, seen hella racks phone banging off

Holy moly pending pack who could it be?

Run down who could never me

Tweet real life, they just skeet neeks

I back it like B-B

Shh-shh, she love jeet-jeet, respirate

Make him leak, leak

MSplash, my team, B

Run me down, I’m like how?

Back the dots you hear about

Love chat my name for some clout

Soon push the mash in your mouth

Gun lean, man gun lean

Buck me they run and scream

MSplash I love my team

Bang bang and still make P’s

[Verse 2: Taze]

Step on opps, she don’t get man

She say we’re better than them man

Hardy Boyz, Matt and Jeff

Taze and Russ like Method and Redman, facts

I don’t wanna hear no chat

So tell a opp boy don’t lack

Don’t bring no one, are you mad?

Run up, stick my whoosh through your dad or uncle, B

This gon' sting way more than a bumblebee

You just entered the jungle, B

Talk with your chest—don’t mumble, G

Wagwarn? What’s goody?

Run up, skin out your back through hoodie

Went with toys: Buzz and Woody

Spot an opp boy, he running like Boogie

Running like bogey, must have a cold or something

He backed his tool, I couldn’t explain his running

More time no scruffing, but he weren’t loyal

I had to fuck up my cousin, yes

I don’t chat to him, it’s not bless

I don’t want to hear 'bout love, it's stress

Whoosh, try run up and got bent

Push all your friends when he went, he said suck your mum and then jet

Look bumbaclaart, I’m so vexed

Let me show you why life complex

He’s on the net like it’s bless

Yes, they can never tell me 'bout mess

How many man been stretched?

How many men left stressed?

Ain’t that fucking ments?