[Intro]
Wallahi, Wallahi, Wallahi!
Ayy DannLezz, is that you, yeah?
*Gunshots*

[Part I]

[Intro: Valentino]
Over, its over, told her to bend over
Off roading in the rover, ugly like corona
Shoutout Winona. (Rest in piece Bob)

[Verse 1: Valentino]
Nike boys on the set, Smoking ket
In the net, Where’s the rest
On my quest, She got a big chest
Vultures in my nest, Please let me rest
(Allow the mandem)

Shoutout Beth, shoutout meth
Shoutout death, George Best
Hit it, I admit, I did it
I’m hittin', I’m sitting, I’m ripping, I’m dripping
I’m willing, to make this, my mission. (on God)
I’m running late, gotta catch a train
Gotta make it rain
No sad, no bad, I’m killy
I’m filly, I’m really - in the mood to eat, this beef
So used to winnin, like chief, Keef, coral reef
*Inaudible*
Oil money this, (yeah), oil money that
Posh boy that, (yeah) posh boy this
Hittin clips, show them nips
Tattoo on ribs, BBQ Dips
Fish and chips. (fish and what?)

Yeah that took you seven hours, man couldn’t tell
No we don’t kiss and tell
Yeah you were the top boy, then you fell, (greaze)
Man loves catching balls like Odell
Shoutout Adele, (hello from the other side)
Like what the hell, Someone ring the bell
Shoutout Astroworld, Now we in a different world
This a Mac, not Dell

Eating my hobnobs, Shoutout Steve jobs
This grind is nonstop, Drop top
Static nation on top, brown girls wearing crop tops
Like please stop, I don’t want to-
*Gunshots*

[Verse 2: Valentino]
Sending shots overseas, Smoking ketamine
It was gettin' hella mean, Chillin with the feens, moving sus like ur the dean
Shoutout Katness Everdeen, Environmentally friendly Smoking green
Nike boys on the scene
Hit it once and I’m done, She call me her number 1
Anything for the bum, Yum, run, fun, sun, man bun
*inaudible*

Stupid yaks chatting breeze, We making Ps, (yeah) that’s on me
The gang tryna catch me, the opps are on me
Clutching like S n D, yeah that’s a 1 v 3, Clutching like S n D, yeah that’s a 1 v 3

[R.S. Intermission]
Bang, Bang, Boom
Hello, Danny? Get me the shoota!

[Part II]

[Intro: YC Snipes]
Come on England! (Uh oh) Yah!
(we about to make it 'tallic)

[Verse 1: YC Snipes]
N*ggas is fake man these n*ggas is fake
Talking assist on the brake
Talking coming home late
Talking simping on the regular
N*ggas making trash on the regular
N*ggas make tracks quick cuz they regular
Beats on the band
I dont see no bands
Who is these mans!
Mans got no plans and mans got no fans
Sounclouds clicks only from ur fam
Man im off in a off white lamb
[Verse 2: YC Snipes]
7 hours cuz u fly commercial
Me and snawaz in the pj
Got u n*ggas looking real hmmm... (hah)
Nevermind thats haram
Give u a hand but youd take the whole arm
But im on ur wifes ig with the charm (Yahya!)
Got ur whole streets garage on my arm, whos alarmed
So much bread im working long days on the farm
Csgo b 4 2 and im armed!
Pull out the ak its repeater
She said im a weak n*gger beater
I'm here now so you can believe her

Trash lyrics and took u a minute to spit it
Had to take a break n*gga i thought u was gonna quit it! (shabakhair)
N*ggas kept going so they mustve thought they had it
N*ggas cap so much i swear its a habit