[Intro: Shorta]
KuKu
27th Street bitch
You ain't even got a chance to run with us, just run from us
KuKuO
I-I love MR Wot Entertainment, Crud
MK the plug
M1 on the beat

[Verse 1: IT LOAF]
Cold cultivation
2 tens out, 55 draws when I was last in the station
Then I took a vacation
The fed's they're watching, they're waiting (obbo)
You know they follow, they tailgate
But it's KukuO, KukuO, splash a man down no stalemate
Man'll get splashed like Shreddies
See me I'm about my breadies
IT yeah, Doc and 2 Krugers, I got the mandem calling me Freddy
Wroof that's bro, Nightmare's bro
And they've grabbed man for Oso ready
This ting wanna hold this box, ay I think I'm in love with a jezzy

[Verse 2: Akkuma]
Kuku shit, no talking
1 2 jukk no calling, should've called him, never got no warning
[?] 2k [?] no falling
No PressPlay out here, no pausing
Man think it's fun, till they start crawling
Drivers done, tryna ride no stalling
Call Kuku, even if it's a small ting (KuKu)
BP be sporting, hood rat shit, got ratchets [?]
Tragic, if a man snitch, that's frauding
[?] then scratch him, school him
Slap him, clap him, round of applause him
[?]
Piss off
[Verse 3: OBoy]
Man just skid and skrr
Got your guys all shook up
Anything 4s or A get cook up (bow)
They might be jukk up
We make your olders run
Man lurk on your block for fun
Tryna turn a mums son, bud
You know, anyting green get bun
Like who-like whos that one
Bro pull up on a golden one
This one's looking all boujee
Might make her my chosen one (mine)
Go ask all of my guys
O in the ride, he ain't frozen up
Cold hearted killers, do man dirty no I ain't throwing up

[Verse 4: Shorta/Wroof]
Killy's and killy's an Kuku O (woioi)
I dare man put his hands on bro
Blood garn spill like just juice normal, or it might drop like snow
15, ran off with cro, and that ain't even all man made
Made 25 large and still free so
Man's on broad day shootings, face shots
Or that's broad day wroofings
Ever doubt me you're losing
Let's lurk, that's mid day cruising
White rum, that's everyday boozing
Kuku O, what the galdem choosing
Suck dick, like she got stuff proving
And they're throwing up K's for Kennington
But I'm with Stabber in Tooting
[Verse 5: PM]
Corn beef baby, born in 90's
Specialise push biking (Come on)
Pedalling round on a 4 door role like a Lion (What?)
Tell a man, stop lying
Riding around in so many whips, would've thought that I'm working for [?]
In an A6 skrt in a 60
Got make rounds, like I'm doing a beep test
Got do a 12 till 12 then a 6 till 6 but a n***a just needs rest
So much night's on dope and lean
I was cutting up dough with rejects
Heading back home, got a text, gotta re-route back, like I ain't got Fiver
25 topping up Lyca, I ain't going home, till the phone on fire

[Verse 6: Kiko]
Kuku O, hold down bro, like I love my home
I swear I got bad habits but bro keeps pushing this music dough
Do really want war, if I M your bro, do you really want more
Cah it's gotta make sense, gotta stain his skin
Old school things, had old school vets
Like how many times have we lowed your kins
Half heart blood, weren't worth my sin
Don't you know, that I grow with rage
I'm outchea, I be on a family ting
And I'm still with bro fuck feds
How many times have I handled these things
Like I dare you put your hands on me
Nuff claims on bro, free Eyez, fuck Ice
Free the whole of the team