[Intro: Russ Millions]
Ahehe
(Ayy, J1, that’s flames, my bro)
How you shell the high notes?
(YJay made this)
Ahaha, ahahaha
(Chee on the beat)
Yo, yuh fi shell 'em switch on a wha'? Some street pon
(Josh)
Yo, yo

[Chorus: Russ Millions, Buni, YV]
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso (Foot)
She want gunman in her tight hole (Feet)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
See the killers make racks, it's vital (Feet)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
B-Bare boom bang for a rival (Feet)
HK, I'm claimin' that title
They hear W.O.T say, "Crud" and slide through

[Verse 1: YV]
Too bad, got it burnin' again, I just hit your one, it don't make no sense
Could've picture me swervin' again, I got bail, one time, hit the same spot again
See me, I ain't a normal type, I ain't talkin' wass, I'm just warnin' them
Bro just would've have war with them, tryna tell you the truth, I keep evil friends
Got your shorty tryna roll with me and killy dem wanna make man decamp
Hit your bitch right where you sleep at
And a yute, I would hate to be man
This shit is expensive, know the offended
Arch it and bend it, grab on extension
And did I mention, that it get dreadful
Take your gyal, rental, YV go mental, Y
[Verse 2: CH]
Never bought me a Canada Goose or a Moncler (Woo)
Man got a heat from the street 'cah I'm from there (Su-wee)
Throw up your 2's or P's if you're from here (Ayy)
Man think he clear 'cah he just bought Moncler (Yah)
Penge boy made your girl tip-toe
Spilled that juice like wine or Calypso (Yuck)
M splashed that, left pavement like Vimto (Yuck)
Popped that door then popped it like pimple
Cute and petite, that's kinda my taste
The bats are on wire, fire on blades (Blades)
Can't forget crims, I can't forget face
J22 got life in the cage
If Chase didn't snitch, I would've said, "Chase"
C-H'd in on PB estates
Cute and petite, that's kinda my taste, two hands on her waist
Controlla like Drake (Control her)

[Chorus: Russ Millions, Buni, YV & SwitchOTR]
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso (Foot)
She want gunman in her tight hole (Feet)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
See the killers make racks, it's vital (Feet)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
B-Bare boom bang for a rival (Feet)
(Ayy) HK, I'm claimin' that title (Yo)
(Mm) They hear W.O.T say, "Crud" and slide through
(Mm-mm-mm)
[Verse 3: SwitchOTR]
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso (She dance)
Carni time, she wiggles the soaker (Wiggle)
Mexican one, she bad, spicin' it up, man give her the salsa (Spice)
Don't give my badman chat
Whack with the bottle, man give him Corona (Whack, whack, whack)
What's with the vibe right now?
Send me the addy, I will slide in a owner (Ayy, send me that)
Rumours that I ran from somebody
False fact, I ain't ran from nobody (Never)
Times change, why the hell now she call me hunny?
'Cause she saw me on the tune with Russ and Buni (Haha)
Don't care how many man I bring (Ah-ha)
Bring in the heat like it's autumn, spring
Oh, she nice, let me try my ting
She winked and gave me a cheeky drinker

[Verse 4: Gazo]
J'déboule en BSB, j'déboule en Céline
Vide mon Glock et j'grick, paw
Pull up sous filtré, lean, splash
Laissez mes opps dans big flaques
Fais le fou que quand c'est au phone
Mais t'es différent quand t'es plus dans ta zone, nan
Confiance en personne
Pour ça qu'on est armés comme dans Warzone
Eux, c'est des snitchs, ils ont même pas d'hood
Revends des kil', revends par beaucoup
J'm'allume au shit, smock ma Backwood
Smoke ma *cough*
Eux, c'est des snitchs, ils ont même pas d'hood
Revends des kil', revends par beaucoup
J'm'allume au shit, smoke ma Backwood
Smoke ma *cough*
[Verse 5: Rosereal]
Remember back in the day how I did them n***as (Ha, ha)
You wallad, man, you must be triggered (Facts)
If you really wanna catch this get-back, don't blame him, got room for swimmers
Can't lie when I push his head-back, man get back in auto dingers (Bap)
Man ride with the shh in a passy, get hit like Ricky when he caught that drillin'

[Chorus: Russ Millions, Buni, YV]
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso (Foot)
She want gunman in her tight hole (Feet)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
See the killers make racks, it's vital (Feet)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
B-Bare boom bang for a rival (Feet)
HK, I'm claimin' that title
They hear W.O.T say, "Crud" and slide through