[Intro]

Munroe

Talk on my that's loose

I'd rather die hard like Willis

Pop out a man like hey

Then squeeze out and mash my pay

Anytime the mandem pull up

My ting get back out they get sugar

[Hook: T-Mula]

Talk on my name that's loose

I'd rather die hard like Willis bro's got dark

I got light like Bruce

Look pagans tried to ride my block

Took a wrong shot

Something I'd duce

And their brodem tried to jump out their ride

Aim for the wigs, duck duck goose

Talk on my name that's loose

I'd rather die hard like Willis bro's got dark

I got light like Bruce

Look pagans tried to ride my block

Took a wrong shot

Something I'd duce

And their brodem tried to jump out their ride

Aim for the wig, duck duck goose

[Verse 1: T-Mula]

Talk on my name that's loose, talk on my name that's loose

And doing up Russ for the broners

Man 'a get the raise in goose

And your girl be feeling the gang so choose here your girl get scooped

And them real niggas turned into bitches

Man a call them man are Bruce

Wet, wet paigon drench (Ching, ching)

Took an L in the bando

No lie I felt crossed like Ren

Real niggas on the pitch

You never see this nigga there on the bench

And excuse me darling I wanna do you up

So excuse my french

Mad

Nothing ain't changing my hold

Still shotgun bells

Man served to the cats that's light and buj(Bow, bow)

That young boy's really gon' ride

That's not about knives and holds(young boy)

Trap trap in the bando nothing about life with joke

And nothing about life with joke

And man can't fuck with the popo

It's like dem man fuck with the cops

Man a call them man they're Robo

Trying to do top scorer

And I'm still turning with the mobo

And I'm feeling like Conan

The way I stepped in on the opp with the wowo

[Verse 2: Taze]

Bro have a combo with the paigons

I bet you a bag you gon' say this

I still don't know where Taze is

What you done to bro was outrageous

You should've got bedded

AM but I wanted him deaded(Thank paramedics)

Drop that melon

If you're on me

You better mind out on who you're telling

Anytime the mandem pull up

My ting get back out they get sugar

Ain't it a thing, world on a full up

Got my gloves, ballie and hood up

If I'm to be honest

I don't care I promise

Talk on my bro that's loose I'm on it

When we're rushed like Gromit and Wallace

Dem man know I've always worn tops

I ain't gonna lie to the fan

Where are them man they're off

Man sold bare of them man tops

Man don't play with them man they're opps

Chat to the cops, you must be lost

Her man's an opp, she still give pop

Billy on slot, spitting on cock

Enough gyal in one enough gyal you want gwopp

She look marvellous when I beat

It's like we cheat when we meet

It's only sex, it's not that deep

So don't get vexed, when we don't twee

She wanna go out and eat

What a fucking cheat

Stay in your lane you neek

Stay in your lane you neek (Fucking, fucking, fucking)

[Verse 3: Russ]

Pop out a man like hey

Then squeeze out and mash my pay(go on)

Hang in the air, nae nae

Russ and Taze we're too ballsy

Step out I step with smoke

Why you being on ropes?

Come on opp boy man's being on ropes

On it like tearing holds

Big Russ step out on violence

Don't run defend all that typing

Big corn hit them with knifings

Long sword we're warring like Vikings

Get them sweet the black ting

M slash that we did what we did

Bro you don't know you could still get dipped

2 nut cases home in a bet

Oh no bigging with 2Pac

Trap guns investing new ones

Hit him in the room like "who's that?"

Bro had two hands up "who's that?"

Man bought it from Cray they know that

And okay take the blame where your dorms at?

I don't need no man bag

Right hand got stick like grandad

And beat it, their lifestyle is hectic

Still tryna move bricks like Tetris

I'm on them yutes and I'm a' end it

Put hands on bro that's a death wish

Would've got corned but I left it

Cah he fucked with the pigs that make shit

And I can't go jail for a black prick

Fuck that they're blue match its

[Hook: T-Mula]

Talk on my name that's loose

I'd rather die hard like Willis bro's got dark

I got light like Bruce

Look pagans tried to ride my block

Took a wrong shot

Something I'd duce

And their brodem tried to jump out their ride

Aim for the wig, duck duck goose

Talk on my name that's loose

I'd rather die hard like Willis bro's got dark

I got light like Bruce

Look pagans tried to ride my block

Took a wrong shot

Something I'd duce

And their brodem tried to jump out their ride

Aim for the wig, duck duck goose