[Verse 1: BT]
Civilian
No face no trace
These latex gloves will handle the heat like mittens
Live corn in the drum
Bells not little
Like man ah just catch me a son
Just catch me a ginal
They do it for the fans
They do it for the @s
They do it for the Twitter
Like fuck alla that
Man roll up in braps and fill up
In a bag got a coffin, that hammer
Man bruck up the pin, don't matter
Like holla at akh for the hmm hmm
Tell em that that ting jam up
Beige all lookin like Fufu
Brown just lookin like grandma
Big ting going like dudu
Why your head back so mashup
My ting kickin so footish
Feelin like I'm old and I'm Kaka

[Verse 2: Rendo]
Food in the bag
Get the grub like lunch
Rudez up west
Hit the strip like cunch
Had a young boy with the broom stick
In the room with the pump
And a bad work in a bando
In a room full of skunk
Crash corn in your wig man learn
No trace no case
These latex gloves might handle the dots like Perm
Stuff corn in my gun
Swear the opps don't learn
Man ah run man down with the pole
Man run cause you might get burnt
Man see an opp
Man see an opp, man squirm
Dash it in the spins then turn
Had man runnin like nerds
Wa'am to the yute
Flossin his jewels
Moving like you won't get burnt
Been up in the fields like worms
Shotty in the ride man swerve
Bullets in the ground, man earthed
[Verse 3: Rudez]
Link that gyal in my loubs
She like the red under my shoes (ching)
Only link that gyal if she cute
Red lipstick on her face
Now it's all over my pubes
Tryna get back to the hood
The Gs phoned me for a move
Just came back from cunch
Tryna get all this filoose
Man ah got a big 44
Like nobody nobody move
Man ah tek weh all the filoose
And a couple boxes of food
Add that to the stack
Then it's back to the trap
Man ah tried to cop me a box of the loubs
Man ah tried to cop me a box of the loubs