[Part 1: Produced by Gotcha]

[Intro: Russ, Taze]

Yeah, Russ

(Gotcha Bxtch)

Big up Charlie (Done know, let's get it)

Big up Mr. WOT, big up Trey, you feel me

Snoopy, everyone, everyone, see you

Listen, ay, listen

[Verse: Russ, Taze]

Stop scruffin', you're on nothing

'Nuff of my pagans bled

Can't talk 'bout Russian, are you buzzin'?

When your best friend's dead

One love to my brothers

On my mothers, all of my dargs get bread

Best duck for cover, big brucker, tryna take off heads

Ain't cuffin' no bitch, love peng gyal with ankle bracelets

Thigh tattoo and look at her hips

Dick that quick, can't carry my kid

Ends splash that, 8 man in the whip

Stick and move on all of them pricks

Crash that whip get left on bonnet

O's my bro for him, you get whipped

Don't give me the chat when I'm rolling

Mush, I will unveil what I'm holding

Get him, hold him, fork him, akh

Man's not inna this joketing

So I don't fuck with banter

'Cah my head too fizzy like Fanta

And I was in the trap on Christmas

Like, long time I can't see Santa

Charge, charge, chuck through peds and I'm choppin' off cars

How he get away? How he run so fast?

Babe Ruth whack Bruce

Do Phil if I'm onto Grant

So I do you if I'm on your brudda

Chit chat bludda, back your ting, big man don't bother

Tek man's tings, that's the real don dada

Tryna hit man's turban

Shush got chinged, but the prick ain't learning

Live in the flesh, it's curtains

Ain't put nuttin', them boys some virgins

Blood on my knife go purging

Splash out the place, leave families hurtin'

Riri I'm working, 8 in the whip no belt man's lurkin'

Good yute shh, he gotta cheat

Good batty gyal your cousin man jeet

Got a man down, but he still tweets

Next time we meet you're going 6 feet

Russ with the Russ, man gun lean

Man dip splash on all o' your team

Try come Penge, Fassy or Mad

Try cut thru, your window got smashed

View your area then I come

How ya think I got man down on my ones?

How ya think I got man down with some?

Ding dong whiz, pulling up at mum's

Hear this I gotta bun this youT

Got got already but he still act rude

Jack this dude and he calling my phone

I'm telling man I ain't running this food, no

Charge on the opps like su-mo

Just got a pack hit soon, go

On you and your crew, bro

What you gonna do, though?

He got away I'm gutted

What, please come back and bring, bring

Bring all your bad boy cousins

'Cause I'm still here with Russian

Put it on me see a opp man press it, no ramping like bro just shell it

Pagan boys just tweak and leg it, gelato flavours, **** bill it

The back's outrageous, Russ wan grip it

Ying and Yang, keep bisheads kiddin'

Them man ain't bad just love stab women

Spot my man I'm Olympic Chinging

Them man been chatting alot, I try double tap on the opps

Hit jamz your lucky it flopped, try put your face on the top

Gun lean, I don't diddy bop

She still quint and kotch on this cock

Still mish and mash for that dot

Ramsey or rock with that dots

Look, come round come round gunning [?] try bun him

Don't chat on the net 'bout bunnin'

Oh my God, why the fuck you running?

Where's that chap from earlier? Hop that fence fantastic hurdler

You must be frassed, there ain't no burner

Fam, I bussed them attempted murders

Look, my niggas bang, your niggas ran

Then why the fuck the pussy wan risk it?

Try back his mindi, he did raise his hand

Then I bruck man's bones like biscuit

Palefic, back my ting go ballistic

Try tek his life, I just missed it

She suck my dick and you lipsed it, ay

[Part 2: Produced by Kito Productions]

[Intro: Taze]

Hmm, ay, ay

[Verse: Taze, Russ]

She know I'm tuggish, if men are trash than women are rubbish

She must be frassed, don't give me no wass

That gyal get dashed, she ain't my luggage

Gyal, your looking all muggish, bedroom good, pumpum get rumaged

Attention seeker, looking all muggish

Dick that area and unplug it, feeling like nut nut dargy

I beg you put hands on chargie, the opps couldn't vouch

I don't need no army and they weren't my car keys

How the opps still tarky, chef out your arteries

N-F-A, fuck bali

Hitting that party, big gun army like abeg a boy wan me

I brang a ... to that event, I brang ... to that event

Man try run up then got and then got bent, why you run up and leave your friend?

.........., why you think I left him, I thought he was dead

Why don't you mention? I'll put you on meds

Family guy, you woulda been Meg

That prick, he's on his head

If you got a move, I ain't coming for a Z

Really impressed, brilliant sex

That's your bubs, so you got shegged

She was gonna pick up the d game, ments

Try @ me, got splashed and drenched

They need subs, them man got benched

They need subs, them man got benched

Still trynna do it like C-2 crash cars into a opp, broad day

Back that dots out the riding at fat Joe and he try run away

Fuck Saint, no [?] man bruck up a opp real quickly, face 'pon pave

Opp at loud, man bill up a flavoured spliff, with the smoke no grey

From early, man ching up the opps put nuff man's name 'pon blade

Try come Penge man crash up your whip, shitden, what a sad mistake

Charge my bro and splash up my opps 'nuff times so his name just breaks

That's your bro, you ran off and left your guy to your friends, it's fake

Big Russ, tek it nice and easy

Your bae too catty, wan jeet me

She said ''Russian come breed me'', you're feeling this, slow down b

Only [?] and splashers round me, Lil K musta come from Saudi

You know Russ with the Russ too rowdy

Gun smoke leave your whole block cloudy, bow

[Part 3]

[Intro: Russ]

Syaink different for them, you know, hmm

Big up all the pretty ladies, sexy ones, one fi deh gyaldem

[Verse: Russ, Taze]

My lifestyle's crazy, mad since a baby, listen

(Wah yuh seh?)

My lifestyle's crazy, mad since a baby

Gyal get gassed cah my gunlean's wavey

Taze or nutkase, sex your lady

Met cash daily, MB baby!

And I don't wanna speak about the opps and when I'm with you, know the loving never stops

I kiss your face, she make me proud I love you off

I rub her down, I oil her up that's like my dots

This one's a trophy, I won't cheat

Nice feet and her face on fleek and I know she got my back, known fact

Good girl but when we're out, she's strapped; good girl but when we're out she's holding

No half-heart shit, she wants the whole thing

We're making love, I can't call this boning

I mek her cum and now she's bussing like my ...

Screams out ''Russian'', non-stop lovin'

Got her one hundred, my baby's stunnin'

You got dipped trynna tun man ducky, unlucky, whatta fuckery

...., you always got it like Chucky

MSplash, dip that we get mucky

Ayt, babygirl don't fuss it, we don't even needta rush it

Her ex couldn't buss it, now she tell me he a muppet

Says she had him on the ropes, say that he a puppet

I don't even trust it, fuck it, let's not discuss it

Step, but she hates me in the fields, she wan me at home so our family can build

She's so chilled but I'm so trill, might tek her to the shard just to show her this real

Looking for a wife but everyone playin', love a big back, man it coulda been Asian, Jamaican, Hatian, Malaysian; anything can happen with a bit of persuasion

Look, but the skinny girls matter

The thick ones peng, but the skinny one badder

Her ex chat wass, she know I'm badder, chit chat, blah blah, real don dada

Likeee, I beg a boy try me, that ain't your wifey

Why you think the phone talk don't excite me?

I don't care, I promise; won't say it nicely, I never cared if you liked me

I heard shit about you, but I don't even care

Wifey baddest she gon' hold all my gear, what man, she gon' hide sticks in her chair and in the whip she gon' blow while I stare