[Intro: SL]

(Jm00 made this one)

We doin' him rude (Look)

We don't do recruits, if he shoots, bring him through (Yeah)

All the killies oot, let 'em know what we do

(Sebz Beats, baby)

Where we go

Listen, look

[Chorus: SL]

Ugly, we doin' him rude (Ugly)

We don't do recruits, if he shoots, bring him through (Yeah)

All the killies oot, let 'em know what we do

Where we go for the loot

Get a phone, let it boom

Let it blow, through the— (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: SL]

Trust what I say in my songs

He ain't hittin' it right 'cause his status is wrong (Wrong)

Shorty caked up to the max

I'm watchin' my stroke, oh my God, oh my God (Cake)

Green tick emoji, it's on (On)

Pray we don't see us no cops (Pray)

Gobble me up like a megalodon

Your steppers ain't steppin', they stomp (Steppers)

Youngins patrollin' the strip

And they're doublin' back if it's somethin' they missed (They missed)

Footy was top of the list

But I rubbed it away when I got in the mix

I ain't been home in a bit

Just me and your miss on a hell of a shift (Work)

Bro tryna go off the grizz

Choppin' it down, got the dust on his flick (Look, look)

Dumb lil' chick too into my shit

Keep tellin' me this, keep tellin' me that (Ah, man)

Just cool with your actions

My last one said she hates my behaviour

Next mornin', we would've seen a next tantrum (Another)

But the game, I play that (Play it)

True, I could've been a very good lad, but the outdoors couldn't contain man

Fuck three hoes, let me see three thousand (Way more)

Man, I could've gone broke off an impulse, really gotta thank my accountant

Look, hundos to the millions (Look)

And I'm also close, don't doubt it (Yeah)

If I creep on the kid and the wetter gets brandished, bet he's pissin' his trousers (Long)

Me and Camz on a team death match just campin', hopin' that we did and we found him

Pretty Danielle, went and gave her an eight at minimum (At minimum), ten if you go and 'round it (Around it)

[Pre-Chorus: SL]

Ugly, we doin' him rude

We don't do recruits, if he shoots, bring him through

[Chorus: SL & KILLY]

Ugly, we doin' him rude (Ugly)

We don't do recruits, if he shoots, bring him through (Brrah)

All the killies oot, let 'em know what we do (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Where we go for the loot

Get a phone, let it boom

Let it blow, through the—

[Verse 2: KILLY]

Used to wanna see one thousand (What?)

Now I bring a hundred thousand pounds in

The hills I'm ridin' 'round in (Yeah)

Still fuck a bitch in public housin'

I'm with a bad B, straight loungin' (What?)

Sell her a dream, like, how's that soundin'?

The hate in my city is astoundin'

Put faith in my killy, don't doubt him (Yeah)

I really acted off impulse (Fuck), never went jail if I just 'llowed it

Bro rockin' all black Gore-Tex (Arcy), he not really tryna hike no mountain

Youngins in the East on badness even when I try to show them different (Different)

My best friend never left the trap so long, could've thought that he went missin', listen

[Chorus: SL]

Ugly, we doin' him rude

We don't do recruits, if he shoots, bring him through

All the killies oot, let 'em know what we do

Where we go for the loot

Get a phone, let it boom

Let it blow, through the—