[Intro]
Nibo?
Yebo!
(This is crazy)
(Oh yahh)

[Verse 1: Naira Marley]
Turn a Q to an ounce (Ounce)
Turn an ounce to a nine (Nine)
And the nine turned to a box (Box)
And the box came with a strap (Strap)
Strap came in the box (Box)
The gun's real, not props (Props)
Put your main man in a box (Box)
Fuck around, get got (Got)

[Chorus: Naira Marley]
We the kids your mama warned you about (We're violent)
What the fuck you really talkin' 'bout? (Gangster move in silence)
OTR, you know I'm on the run (Fuck the trident)
We the kids your mama warned you about (N***a, we're violent)

[Verse 2: Naira Marley]
And I stay on my gang shit
Big dick energy, big dick bandit
When we pull up, that's tragic
Caught three ones yеah, that's a hat trick
Violate, get quick responsе (Ge ge!)
Dem know say Toys"R"Us (Uhn uhn)
Dem no want war with us
If Iput the whistle on it, you won't hear no noise
All you hear is...
You didn't hear shit, right?
Get the job done right
Top striker, no miss and I shoot with right
[Chorus: Naira Marley]
We the kids your mama warned you about (We're violent)
What the fuck you really talkin' about? (Gangster move in silence)
OTR, you know I'm on the run (Fuck the trident)
We the kids your mama warned you about, (N***a, we're violent)

[Verse 3: Naira Marley]
Turn a mansion to a bando (Bando)
Turn Amapiano to a gang song (Gang song)
I'm the n***a you can count on
AK, Tech, MAC, no laptop (Ah)
They try ride, dey crash, dey dash, I laugh
Who's that? See a opp, reverse
Work rate mad, I should be man of the match
How many man have I put underground?
Shoot in Amiri like Kay Flock
How many man have we sent to Baba God?
Ah, let's mind the business that pay us
I'll send Kickz to your door like ASOS
Let me explain why they hate us
Never mind, dem full of shit like anus, uh
L's for London and Lagos
P's for Peckham and F's for famous

[Chorus: Naira Marley, BackRoad Gee]
We the kids your mama warned you about
What the fuck you really talkin' 'bout?
OTR you know I'm on the run (OTR, OTR, OTR)
We the kids your mama warned you about (Tools up, tools up, tools up)
[Verse 4: BackRoad Gee]
When it's war, separate the boys from men (Skrrt)
Outside there's no friends, only brothers over here
Real steppas over here
Brick boys over here
Drug dealers over here
Boy, stay over there
I'ma slap him, attack him
On a Van Damme ting, them kids can't hack it
OTR, free the guys can't play with us, why?
Cah shh got bun
More action, less chattin'
Need more woosh for the splatterings
Like my boy said, "Cha pon dem"
Whaum to them?
Vroom-skrrt, we there in a sec
I'm the kid your mum warned you about
Outside ain't safe, boy hold it down
King Brukutu, I'm live in the flesh
When **** got shot, I was there

[Outro]
(This is crazy)