[Intro: LR]
Uhh, Narm
Ayy fuck the opps
Free gang, fuck jakes
Uhh, LR, Karmz

[Verse 1: Karma]
M1 with that M10
You don't know me you're a beg friends
Yeah I been all around like Tintin
Fat nank on a small guy like ping ping
Back out my nank, he cried I chinged him
I'll fry up your darg like lin ling
Best stop all the talk 'bout karma
Man just slap up a yute like father
Wait there yeah I'll be back like Karla
4 4 in a 4-4 door car, nah
Bang off the ting then forward
Get jook up and hook no chorus
I got [?] for the kids no tourist
The tourists call me attractive
Trap fit trap active
Yardie step with the broom and he bangs it
Man just knife up a yute no tactics
I didn't buy all this food I clapped it
Gang gang
Got washed, got dressed, made money
Bought me a rambo shank I'm so happs that's my honey
Pull up on a yute like hallo-ween I'm oh so bunny
Catch me a opp like fuck that
Pass me the rucksack, back out the rambo
Pull up on a yute like frightening frightening, don't leave your sandals
Back out the nank might slice and dice him
Bro got the stick like Gandalf
Fuck a Desmond's Barbers, qway back then it was Desmond's Bando
Fuck a Desmond's Barbers, qway back then it was Desmond's Bando
Done said that I'm here I'm ready
Done said I buss them shots and I do a bit more than 10s and 20s
Trap trap get gwop get gwop
Get sent to the shop don't give me pennies
Best bring back notes
If not man the kickback's cold
Don't tell me sorry, no way
Yeah I'm gonna bring back bro
Back it out might take man's soul
Ching ching I might take man's soul
You don't know me bro
Back it out I'm gon' take your--
[Verse 2: LR]
All that talk that's not me cuz
I just back my tool tell him speak up
I just creep and kweng when I creep up
If you try to dash I'll just keep up
If I'm lacking darg you'll get beat up
If I'm lacking darg you'll get beat up
But if I got my tool and he's moving long I'll just back the ting watch him freeze up
LR you know I don't talk nuff
Ayy pass the bands I don't move nuts
If you run away then don't trip up
If you run away then don't trip up
That girl talking shit about Pecks like she wanna get smacked up
She talking shit cah he got kwenged
He ain't coming back so shut up
If the opps want war then buck up
Hear the tool go baabaabaabaa
Skudu bolt through your jumper
Oh shit look at that bumper
Too on I can't be a stunter
You got banged and ran you're a runner
Boot off your door, show me the funds
I don't wanna hear no sound
I said "Yo bro let's lurk, I'm really tryna leng man down"
You came [?] looking for who?
Bro told man "You're a clown"
The judge like man on curfew
But I said "Fuck that" I'm going [?] now
Then I heard how you wasn't there
Then I sat down and tarted yawning
Next time you go [?] for me boy give me a warning
The rules of the game are no running
But they'll do it cos they're cheaters
The ting holds 8 I'm bound to hit 1
I'm tryna hit 4 of them eediats
Uhh I'm tryna hit 4 of them eediats