[Intro: Loosescrew]
M17
Mmm
Smoke
Ayy

[Chorus: Loosescrew & Rizzy Rampz]
Them man don't wanna chance it
Still blastin', still Moscow Marching
Violate, turn to a target
My tracksuit's dirty, I'm doing up arson
Tracksuit dirty, I'm doing up arson
We don't bury our tools in the garden
Back the spin spins, show man about marksman
Free bro, didn't get no pardon, pardon
Come talk to me darlin'

[Verse 1: Rizzy Rampz]
Splash him, splash him
With a passion, passion, uh
Rest up Latz, facts, done make two wetters a fashion
The paigons them passive
Talk on their tunes, but ain't really banging
Shotty just oh so long, hazard
Got me on balance
If you say that I talk to myself
Don't talk to myself, I talk with dem
They move tapped, they're tellin' man "Drill it"
They think that I'm kiddin'
[?], they went through my vision
He claims he's on drills
How can he be when bro's in that prison?
Swing shanks in rhythm, angle different
Now he's all squirty, worksy
The scene is all dirty
Baby girl love my rhyming like nursery
Golden one from Pecks, greatest sex, you know she my percy (Percy)
I keep, keep it on deck
In case them man step and think they can hurt me
Two got splashed in a day, uh-uh
That's synchronised swimming
JB scored him a 9 out of 10 for the way that he dived when the dots hit him
My Russians on drillin'
Free Ted, free Loose, free Tiny
Free JB, they gave them all pigeons
Free Intent too, got bagged up in O
Since then he's been chillin'
[Verse 2: M2Times]
Yola cookin', Pyrex whippin'
Bring it back over, do it and flip it
T-house sittin', cunch line rippin'
Two in a dots, three in a migit
Turned him dead, now little man's kippin'
Took a loss this week, I was livin'
Doubled it back, now I'm king of the kitchen
Twin, see opps on the block, go spinnin'
Ay, nearly broke my hand when I dug all in him
I left him swimmin'
Keeps chingin', beyblade ting bro-bro go rip it
Pyrex whippin', I said it already
Scored on the opps, we did it already
One eye blink with a wap like Fetty
We're playing footy
Do up your chest, the T-shirts messy
Did you get it? TT grub
Grab me a chef, do jugg on the ends without no credit
Open the pack, the bando's smellin'
Whippin' up work, we're known as chemists
Lil' man's still stuck in a box
We put him in a riz, roll and bun him
Dotty too long, chop it, chop it
Bro's in O, we're stackin' the profit
Wine and dine with a smoke, I love it
Bae's too in, now she keeps on cussin'
We're going on date, she's holding a rocket, ayy
We get bands and mash it
Step with the tools, clank him, wratch it
Russian ragers scored a matic
We do it for GB, splash and brag it
Splash and brag it
[Verse 3: LooseScrew]
Grip shanks-grip shanks and guns we investin'
You can hold corn from the dots or Wesson
I'm a badman straight from the ends
You best just mind whose gangs you're testin'
Before we put hands on dots used to get 'round there, pedalbikes and cheffings
Friday nights, don't do no message
Step for the kill, that's numerous cheffing
Infested Peckham, we're Moscow veterans, teach them a lesson
War is war, tell a boy "Don't lack"
I lost my bro so now I ride and attack
I'm tryna do more than just scratch man's back
Blow man's head off, we send man off
That's the shit man's on for the gang
The man talk shit like they're gone
Then they go home like "Loose is out 'ere"
Best hide when I put on that bike gauge
Drop on the opps so you know a man's slidin'
Can't slide on the block, gotta slide on the area
Guys still shit when they know that they heard of us
M to the spin ting lookin' all circular
Got shit for the low, come work with us

[Chorus: LooseScrew & Rizzy Rampz]
Them man don't wanna chance it
Still blastin', still Moscow Marching
Violate, turn to a target
My tracksuit's dirty, I'm doing up arson
Tracksuit dirty, I'm doing up arson
We don't bury our tools in the garden
Back the spin spins, show man about marksman
Free bro, didn't get no pardon, pardon
Come talk to me darlin'