[Intro: JTrizzy & Kfrmda3s]
LK
Don't lack, that's Freddy 'n' Jason
Gang pulled up with smiles, no It
Ghosty
TrigLoose, well known stunter
Must be loose, 'cause man just snitched
Urban Kulture Sound
Don't lack, that's Freddy 'n' Jason
Gang pulled up with smiles, no It
She cute, breast and bumper
Say no more, come arch it quick

[Verse 1: JTrizzy]
Like, like *****, get bored at a party
My army slap corn at your aunties (Slap corn)
And hold no wine like carni'
I'm in L2, five guys, my chargies (My gang)
I splashed my man with his dargie
Like, like Trigs, hold two, that's nasty (Yuck)
The gang got beef with the Malis
We ain't miskeen like yutes in Farley (TrigLoose)
Opp thot wanna be my barbie
No barbie when I be like Cardi (I want that)
Or aim for his eye, no Carly
The fuck gassed up, leave kids like Nazis (Gasseen)
Say my name three times, no Charlie
I might pop out of the blue like Barney (Bow)
She know I ain't playing them games
Buck into man, best run to the rallies (Best dash)
That night had to share round shank
Passed the parcel, still splashed that yute (Still splashed him)
You don't wanna see me in the 2's
Ask Mz, when he left his goon (He ran)
Martin looked back when I splashed his bruce
Gave him twenty-two, go check that news (Go check that)
DA, give an extra two
Gotta shout my bro, 'cah that one was rude (Rude)
That one was rude, no cap
Hella bad B's tell me I'm bad (I know)
Can't lie, it's a no-one bagged
Go ask Mz that we chinged his hat (Go ask)
I'm really tryna turn man pack
Not tryna get packed 'til my mum's got bags (No way)
Can't beef and you ain't got cash
Money the motive, got too much plans (Too much)
[Chorus: JTrizzy]
Don't lack, that's Freddy 'n' Jason (Don't lack)
Gang pulled up with smiles, no It (Skrr)
This ting get filled to the brim
Rise that up to your lip, no kiss (Bu)
Naughty one try give man brizz
I'll find that chissed if she tells my bitch (Find that)
Can feel it in your chest, no Vicks
Double tap to your heart, we ain't liking pics
Don't lack, that's Freddy 'n' Jason (Don't lack)
Gang pulled up with smiles, no It (Skrr)
This ting get filled to the brim
Rise that up to your lip, no kiss (Bu)
Naughty one try give man brizz
I'll find that chissed if she tells my bitch (Find that)
Can feel it in your chest, no Vicks
Double tap to your heart, we ain't liking pics (No)

[Verse 2: Kfrmda3s]
This rusty chop's my lover
Still heard notes when he got fished (Ching, don't sing)
This beef ain't games like Hunger
We purge on L2 strips (Brrr, brrr, purge that)
TrigLoose, well known stunter
Must be loose, 'cause man just snitched (Snitch)
She cute, breast and bumper
Say no more, come arch it quick (Come arch that)
Talking drills in the track, that's rekky (Chatty)
But don't wanna get bro cuffed (No way)
Got eyes on an opp, no Fendi
Pop them doors when I see some, punch (Ching, ching, ching)
ZK on my waist, that's deadly
Now bro-bro wanna fish some guts (Splash)
Touch yutes, not gently
Now I'm in O tryna touch some funds (Some funds)
Bad B wanna be all sexy
Tell her "Slow down, come and hold this wap" (Slow down)
JT gave six, no cap
Now these 2 g's never post on Snap' (They don't)
Very good news, see my bruce all happs
Flipping that food, lemme see some cash (Cash)
It's a late night agg'
Lemme hear "No stop" when I search that bag (No way)
Bro step with the pocket rocket
Tap on the trig', these yutes start dropping (Boom, boom, don't drop)
[?] that the yutes are copping
Stop it, call for the drop and off him (Off that)
OB what? K that circle
Verbal, Thirtz couldn't hop that hurdle (He couldn't)
Curled up on the ground like turtle
Bro just grinned when his face turned purple (Aha)
[Chorus: JTrizzy]
Don't lack, that's Freddy 'n' Jason (Don't lack)
Gang pulled up with smiles, no It (Skrr)
This ting get filled to the brim
Rise that up to your lip, no kiss (Bu)
Naughty one try give man brizz
I'll find that chissed if she tells my bitch (Find that)
Can feel it in your chest, no Vicks
Double tap to your heart, we ain't liking pics
Don't lack, that's Freddy 'n' Jason (Don't lack)
Gang pulled up with smiles, no It (Skrr)
This ting get filled to the brim
Rise that up to your lip, no kiss (Bu)
Naughty one try give man brizz
I'll find that chissed if she tells my bitch (Find that)
Can feel it in your chest, no Vicks
Double tap to your heart, we ain't liking pics (No)

[Outro]
LK
Ghosty