[Intro]
JM, double 0, baby
Bkay on the beat

[Intro: Miles & Kadz]
Say that again innit, say that one more time innit
Go on say somethin', what?
What, you're a big man now yeah Kadz?
Is that you?
Shut up, what you gonna hide now, huh?
Pull a knife out for me, yeah?
For me? Miles for me bruv? We're family bruv
I'm your boy
What the fuck? You ain't my boy
You ain't my brother, opp, snake
Usin' man to get what you want—

[Verse 1: Loose]
Splash him (Splash)
Got that from O, that's bro, man (Dip) got sweets on sweets (Dip) like Randoms
Get dropped from the crew that you're backin' (Baow)
Big dots from the Yardie, man, no homo, blow your whole back in
We Moscow march and then grab him, nap him, hold him up for that ransom (Grab him)
My breddas active and stand it (Like), hold it up and then mash it
Like baby girl just don't dance, all holdin' on to my jawns, dance
Russians out of them cars
Li-li-like back to the money and fame
Them Zone 2 boy just lame
Big Russian Rambo insane (Whoosh)
Like, how the fuck that's your bae? Last week she's toppin' of brain
Still ments, nothin' else changed, creep, dark knight like I'm Wayne (Ayy, ayy)
I'll bumper car like I'm Taze, Screwloose, yeah that my mate (Gang, gang)
We trap mash and then stack, uh, racks, racks on them tramps
That-that-that's all we see for them bands
Like what you mean you're on gang? (What do you mean?)
When my phone rings I'm missin' (Brrt, brrt, brrt), Sam calls that's a killin'
We dice down for them digits then bruck down for that business
Don't ever talk about drillin' (Baow), you ain't got no teeth they're your fillin' (No way)
Like my white boys, I'm livid, done-done jail time for some snitches
Invest in shit that matters (Come on), not shoes and chains for the 'Grammers
Invest in shit that matters (Ayy), not shoes and chains for the 'Grammers
Beefin' Russians with no whackers (Ayy), beefin' Russians with no whackers
[Verse 2: SP17]
Man, I'm so fuckin' fed up (Yeah), tired of all these liars (Let's go)
I'll bring him down so many times (Whoosh), can't lie man I'm fat and I'm tired (Haha)
Free my n***a Broad day (Broad day), can't lie that's a real life rider (My n***a)
And them man ain't no fuckin' F-boy, but your man's just a fuckin' striker (Haha)
See the coldest flow in my ends (Hey), ain't nobody colder than my brudda (Let's go)
I've heard they got problems with me, so those hollow tips follow my brudda (Brrt, baow, baow, baow)
Remember days dad I found my strap, sorry that dad, ask Filly 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, seen them squeezin' on them
Driller hit neck and his chest, we ain't stoppin' 'til one of them's dead (Brrt, baow, baow)
(Ayy), It's a black man that's Justin Bieber (Skrrt), 'til we skrrt round in a three litre (Skrrt)
If my baby mum looked like yours, then I wouldn't like my life either (Haha)
Tired of all these weekenders (Let's go), so-called gangsters, pretenders (They're washed)
Why the fuck you think they call man Moscow? (Moscow) 'Cause they gave more skengs than members (Boom, boom)
Driller get more teeth than dentist, (Ayy), did you see that clip, extended? (Come on)
Young boy whippin' Alan Sugar (My n***a), can't lie, young G, my apprentice
Yo