[Verse 1]
Call the young bucks, tell 'em "move on it"
Catch a plague from this ting cause it's bubonic
Five on his head, put another two on it
Want him gone quick, like the yellow, not the blue Sonic
I'm with some real bruddas, we don't do gossip
They said the flow's sick, I put the flu on it
Told my bitch "hold this wap, put the flu on it"
Six in the spinner, four flew from it
Came back with two cause he had the blues on him
I told my young G's they better move honest
No blind shots, no loose shotting
Ten cribs full of crops, tell me who's on it
And we've got some new chronic
Might cop some new jewels, get the Jews on it
Beat up the pum-pum, put a bruise on it
I spit on that pussy like I've put lube on it

[Verse 2]
For my bro I lay him on the curb
I put that on my life, I never say a word
Man tried to do me for a couple birds
That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard
We hurt these mothers just to earn these colours
Twelve bricks of buj, that's a dirty dozen
We get dirty money, we've got thirty runners
It's a dirty line, it does dirty numbers
Now we're up in Christian Dior
I remember when it was Primark and JD Sports
Now we're in Harrods shopping with the Arabs
I knocked that bitch off her feet, I swear she lost her balance