[Intro: Mr WOT]

800 Hertz

Jamma Beats

Fresh money, baby

Yo, Dublin, big up yourself, you dun know

Obviously, trust it

Crud

Muad

[Verse 1: J.B2]

Man-man back your mash and bop with a different sauce

And-and splash your cash, she bop with the edible, oh

Blue lights, see po-po

I don't know what to-to do

Baby cattin', uh, bueno

Fishing-fishing, lost, Nemo

[Verse 2: Russ]

Fuck-fuck 'dem yutes, they're irrelevant

Infected, they need medicine

On sight 'ting, if you're from Bellingham

One man up, way too militant

Slide with the broom like Harry, uh

Sexed on your bae, no bally

Akhi, ying and yang, I been trappy

Fly then lick the shots in the alley

[Verse 3: J.B2]

Michael Jackson, twist up your neck

Chat again, man pattern the neek

Arsenal, bro, curve it Welbeck onna run

Big man on the net turn likkle-likkle

Na, uh-uh, today can't settle-settle

Give out molly tun, Skittle-Skittle

Baby 'pon me, just jiggle-jiggle

Gotta jeet and skeet tryna surf on pum

[Verse 4: Russ]

Michael Jack, moonwalk in a crutch

Pretty face and a whole load of butt

Ching him up, tryna take out your guts

Boom-bang, got two in the bruck

Like, bro, what was you thinking?

Back it out, now the yutes sprinting

Let 'em have it, let the pain sink in

Shoot, slap it off without blinking

[Verse 5: Chuks]

I don't even wanna talk too much

All these faggots know we put poles in dingers

I might get DS to back his shank or get big bro to back his spinner

They don't wanna see Loose in the cold, bro

Had them shook and turned them sprinter

How many times have we run down Adz?

Got chased with shanks, some stupid nigga

Got caught in the lack while sleeping

How the fuck can I call this beefin'?

They don't want this index squeezing

Regz in the room so your bitch ain't leaving

How many times did they lock up bro?

I backed my shank, don't need me a reason

Wait 'til shh comes back in ends

Cah 'til he does, I won't stop creeping

[Verse 6: J.B2]

Who's-who's that nigga?

You ain't badder than us, you're shit

Kway-kway, bill up the spliff and lit

She just loving the sex, lick tit

Trust me, daddy

When I bop her batty

Tryna nut it in Kelly

Finna ugh, no quicky

When I beef lick that, tryna get this teddy

Couldn't give chit-chat

[Verse 7: Chuks]

See the opps taking off so rapid

Back out my shank then it's back in jackets

And the gyal over there so ratchet

Opp's gon' cuff 'cause they come like faggots

I done slept in the cell no blankets

Had to put all my stuff in baskets

And they put all my food in plastic

They done bag all my clothes in packets

It's the life I live, where you never see man complain

I ain't never seen YJ so gassed; made the grub disappear like David Blaine

It's like Remi done put out a diss track, then got straight on the rassclaat plane

It's got my head back hurting so I gotta smoke the Mary Jane

Huh? Huh?

I shoulda known better

I put holes in numerous tops so the pigs send home letters

I got 'round 'ere with a sawed-off dots, yeah they say I'm a

​home-wrecker

Man J.Sav really can't stop dipping

Mum's have to go sew sweaters

Tryna get a mans top wetter

Opps doin' up love letters

I can't trust no female, you can call me dome-getter

I ain't got no feelings

So I'm out here breaking hearts

I'm really tryna get that target

Shank in your head like I'm playing darts

[Outro: Mr WOT]

Crud

Muad