[Intro: Y2, CH & Russ]

Shell it all out and go back
Who've you-who've you bun?
Shell it all out and go back
Don't run, blow your whole back in
Gruesome, gruesome
(AXL on the beat)
(I love Mr Wot Entertainment)

[Verse 1: Y2]

785k, who've you-who've you bun?
You don't fuck with dodgy guns
Run man down with the longest
They do this ting on the net
That shit there, all be a front
Hands on my heart, I'm my rider
And my n***a CH, all my n***as we riding
Come round, who vs what
Get done up with knifings
Duck man down on the mains
Leave man hiding
Knife in and out of his chest
Knife in and out of his back, that's a life ting
Like who've you stabbed in the ends then?
Like get round there to your block
Manna smoke on your bredrins
Get round there any time
Get round there any place
Who have the opps been stabbing?
They stabbing none of my mates
Now I get round there any time, any place
Come like the old school days
Big 22s on my waist
Back it out then dust
They tryna just catch man a case
[Verse 2: CH]

Unknown handy
Grip the handle and back that
Fronting my bro, we got fat shanks
Run to hooyo when we back that
Counting cash with a blade like Sinbad
That ain't my bar but I use that
Grip the rusty and use that
Abuse the blade with two hands
Thick shank, move all dumb
Get up close and just do man
Penge block where my goons hang
PBs in a throwback
Foots like close, then throw that
Crazy wounds for your bro that
And we stepped on the peddle and drove back
No licence, man know that
Curb surfing in a 1.2
My n***a like S control that
Shell it all out and go back
Back to the block and get more cash

[Verse 3: Russ]

Get splashy splashy don't act up
No blade in the can get bashed up
Poke him or opp perps gets captured
Russ do road, do the whole atlas
Swing my hand, dipping, man stab him
Free Nut, free the whole landing
Don't run, blow your whole back in
Gruesome, gruesome
Splash down any man broad day
Some try run, still gotta chase
Head, chest, back, belly or face
Not one cut, tek the whole blade
It weren't Russ, must've been Taze
SB, Twin, Maj or CH
Dip that splash, till my wrist break
[Verse 4: Taze]

Me and Russ just clocked that's him
Get him, rip off his skin
Me and bro put fuck off metal in him
Move slow and splash the cash on yours ting
4 man, 2 peds, man got a ting
They get nicked, every man gonna sing
Married to the game if you man got a ring
They get got, every man getting chinged
Snitches, I won't roll with them bitches
Stitches, lift a man up with kitchens
Man soon turn the perps into bitches
Then bake in the trap with Richard
And the bailiff and the evictor
Get tea popped like blister
I just got a call from Victor
Coming like hench, like Mister
Shredded or deaded
No GB, AM or dead it
Oi, get him, go ketch him, go fetch him
If I catch that boy dere
Go, grab him, squash like melons
Squash like melons