[Intro: LR]

We ain't got rods and we're fishing

Psycho bitch in love with this living

It's LR baby, it's LR boo

[Hook: LR] x2

Ten toes, splash splash, hit him

We ain't got rods and we're fishing

Psycho bitch in love with this living

Run off in your cave, no Mr Kipling

It's LR baby, it's LR boo

Uh uh now they're kissing

Got drenched, and you ain't ridden

Pull up like Tracey Beaker, they're missing

[Verse 1: Karma]

Karma Karma, I'm back

Psycho, Psycho members with tats

With 2 shanks up

Like how can I lack? (Like how?)

Flicks on my cheeks or pocket, and my rambo is on my waist or bag

When I ring trap cah I'm chasing bands

We'll turn a man red like strawberry jam, damn

If I leave my bally at home, then it's shirts on face, what do you know about that?

More time I love dressing in all black, and I swear I've had enough of these yats

Nuff girls tryna be little miss Karma

Well calm down, I've gotta tell them relax, got gassed cause I yo'd her snap

Girl give brain, got her doing up gag

Girl wan suck me off to my music, she love giving me brain and then brag

Fucking hell she's a fan

And splash, get gassed, we're funeral amped

Moretime ride out, got me doing up gang gang

Ring trap splash and we bang, bang

We caught them man and they ran

Damn stressed out got me billing up dank

I'm still here, everyday I give thanks

OT trip got me doing up bang, gyally on me so you know I don't wank

I love a yat with a fuck off back, doggy, feel it in her belly like cramp

I'm on my own wave like Frank Ocean, anyone b get nanked soak him

I really ain't joking, ching splash dip and I'll poke him

Rambo leave your body all open, nuff that ammy I'm talking, smoking, rolling, billing and bark it

Spark it up and recharge it, laugh so loud man the danks all farting

Pardon pack come fatter than Cartman, ride out in the ding dong whiz, bro whip like Jeremy Clarkson

[Hook: LR]

Ten toes, splash splash, hit him

We ain't got rods and we're fishing

Psycho bitch in love with this living

Run off in your cave, no Mr Kipling

It's LR baby, it's LR boo

Uh uh now they're kissing

Got drenched, and you ain't ridden

Pull up like Tracey Beaker, they're missing

[Verse 2: LR]

HTUR backwards, raps for the girls, when you know that he ain't on piss

Ten toes through the pagan strip

The striker's here, tell your boy don't slip

See a yute start kicking down to get two, soon as he sees us hop out the whip

Opps really know we on violent shit, see a Moscow that's splash and dip, really got love for my nunhead chick

Like anyone on me is lit, frassed

Trying to take a trip to bagel, but I can't lie man bagel's shit

So I gotta hit up Kaspas then I get moved by a lightskin chick

She said that's certi you're LR, I said baby you know who it is

She got friends so I'm hollering Kiz (hollering bro)

She ain't on head so fuck that bitch but it's back to the liz

Bruck with me and bro cah he was trying to test a new fanta

Wait, Fanta? Man a mean new fizz

Opps don't want to get hit up by this, brown girl looking Walkers, yeah that's crisp

How can you lot say I'm a reserve, (how?)

How much opps have I wetted, how much time have I got home with blood on my shank and yeah I still kept it

I'm young and I've been a savage from young when I say that, know I meant it

Ask bro what I done in reception, splash man's head with scissors and left it (splashed it)