[Verse 1: Loosescrew]
Splash him, got that from O thats bro
Man got sweets on sweets thats randoms
Get dropped from the crew your backing
Big dots from the yardie man no homo
Blow out back it
We moscow march and then grab him
Hold him up for that ransom
My brothers up it and stab it like
Hold it up and then mash it
Like baby girl just don't dance
Be holding on to my jawns
Russians out of them cars
Like back to the money and fame
Them Zone 2 boys just lame
Big Russian rambo insane
Like how the fuck that your bae
Last week she topping of brain
Still mention nothing else changed
Creep, dark night like I'm Wayne
Bumbaclart like I'm taze
Screwloose, yeah that my main
We trap mash and then stack
Racks racks on them tramps
That all we see for them bands
Like what you mean you're on gang?
When my phone rings ammissing
Sam calls thats a killing we dice down for them digits
Then bruk down for that business
Dont ever talk about drilling
You ain't got no teeth they're your filling
Like my white boys am livid
Done jail time for some snitches
Invest in shit that matters
No shoes and chains for the grammers
Invest in shit that matters
No shoes and chains for the grammers
Beefing Russians with no whackers
Beefing Russians with no whackers

SP:
Man I'm so fucking fed up
Tired of all these liars
I bring down so many times
Can't lie man I'm fat and I'm tired
[?] my n***a broad day
Can't lie that's a real life rider
And man ain't no fucking F-boy
But your man just a fucking striker
See the cold you feel in my ends
Ain't nobody colder than my brudda
I heard they got problems with me
So don't holla, just follow my brudda
[?] got my strap
[?] ask [?] what's that? (what's that)
Sorry that's my 44 long
I'm sorry Dad that I copped this Mash (sorry Dad)
But I got beef in my ends
Got real beef with big men