(Oh shit, is that Filip?)
(Wake up, F1lthy)
(Oh my god, Platna)
(Press will turn me up, boy)

(Verses: Lil Daze)
I got that ice on my wrist, I got that ice on my wrist
Purple cup boutta fresh, purple cup boutta fresh
Oh shit, it's so lit, lit like gasoline
You can’t manage shit
305, lil' bitch
Bombing with the Brixton Bullies
You wanna kill? Can do it
Me and F1lthy go stupid
I gotta bomb me some bullets
Your bitch scared like Scooby
I always go with hoodies
Them opps bodies are goodies
Yo, bridging them both
You wanna know but I don't know
Yeah, grand size Jumbo
Shut up like you are Trumbo
Your bitch ain’t that intelligent
Look how I am, excellent
We eating good like a delicatе
Shut up, irrelevant
This a freestyle, you gеtting free-styled
The fire spreads, unclean aisle
Images in my head like decals, I'm not falling off like the Kyle
Flow so fast like I run miles
Ice on my neck, ice on my files
Get that activity, we go to trial
Shut the fuck up, we are bombing tonight