[Intro: Russ]

Take risks 'cause my stacks too long

Come 'round, get man bun

He got smashed, that’s another one

It’s like holding wounds is fun

[Verse 1]

Had to burn that bridge, 'cause the friendship weren’t healthy

Ain’t on shit, can't help me

Still got packs on pack, just bell me

Oh shit, Russ did it again

Ain’t on me, don’t listen to 'dem

Just 'cause Russ try dip up your friend

Dick your bae, man's rocking the bed

Mercedes, just free up the Benz

Screams out, "Russ, your ten out of ten"

Fist fight where man whip out a skeng

Russ and Taze, not Ryu and Ken

No action them boy just chat

No go zone you can ask Max

Dip 'dat chest, belly or back

Big brucka, try take off your hat

Said your buff

You would’ve got jeet but you chat too much

Pretty lightie and the back is nuts

Still deep stroke in your bitch, she cummed

When you see me, don’t talk just run

Come like holding wounds is fun

If I catch him on the lack, it’s done

Big brucka, fully loaded one

Anything opp in sight, get bun

Mum scream stop, that’s my son

Uh, B, sorry I’m gone

Chat smack, I’m doing you wrong

My blade is too long

My Hermes is strong it’s keeping this up

Could you Giuseppes?

You're fucked

Taze is quick so he’s keeping up

Take that K off my gang, you're nuts

How many man over there been touched?

Should of turned pack but the boy got luck

Should of turned pack but the boy got–

Short and peng the back is a Mazza

Run down who? Your brodi' got splash up

Big dot-dot chest, smoke your whole gaff up

Russ with the Russ ain’t ina' no passa

Still do things and stuff with that cling

Invest racks and various things

Dots, nine, six and that spin

M, slash that, with both of the twins

Dot-dot twin barrel and 'ting

Fuck sake, the firing pin

Oh, well this yute will get chinged

Man cuff the game with no ring

[Verse 2]

Pull up, they panic, back it

Pursue this faggot

Tragic, let 'em have it

Magic paigons vanish

Active work rate, rapid

Acting, keep on chatting

Packing team no lacking

Taze, no respect, just splash him

Russian baby confused, can't tell your man what we do?

From Lewisham but she cute

Too bad and bouj' for these yutes

Dot-dot turn over man's coupe

Try light your head like Goku

Russ and Taze, we're stepping in twos

Way too cold 'dem man go the flu

Touch man's bro we split that in two

Msplash that, they know what we do

WOT's on this, too cruddy for you

Taze my bro from Qway, like year two

CH just break on all of them yutes

Nash MB, ain’t fucking with Bruce

Oboy Ku, bro-bro too

If Russ is moist, who bored you?

Ying and yang meant for loose

Grip and bang, aim for you

Raise your hand, boy don’t move

Raise your hand, boy don’t move

[Verse 3]

Two hands on that bruck back, firm grip when I clutch that

Try lick off a man's head, like it jammed so man dash that

Glocks in jeans, fuck a rucksack

Gun lean and then back that

Bang-bang, man crash that

M splash, my gang fam

They know me Russ with that Russ

I’m jail, no blade, face get buss

Like Ancient dots, too much rust

It came too long, chop that off

Anything opp, get wet up

Anything b in the flesh, get chef up

Man, run when me saw me come

Coward 'ting, don left his bredda (Pussy)

Two packs on the road, two packs on the road

M splash, get dough

Two packs on the road, two packs on the road

M splash, get doe

One more kill, get UAV

One more kill, get UAV

Holy moly

Pending pack, who could it be?