[Intro: SLF Cinz]
They do anything for cloud (Bitch)
Fuck Chela
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
He ain't on shit
You know the mandem are coming
(They do anything for cloud)
(They do anything for cloud)
(Pow)

[Chorus: SLF Cinz]
Can't even speak english and you're dissin'
Catch Chela, he's gonna go missin'
In love with Notti, stop the simpin'
This AK will have him limpin'
If I see a baguette I'ma burn it
I'm in France and I'm purgin'
Spinnin Paris with no permit
I got here 'cause I earned it

[Verse 1: SLF Cinz]
You got here off some cosplay
Like bro, are you gay?
I'll make you run like you’re Tay-K
In London we don't play games
We just get straight to the splashin'
Stop dissin' deads, stop the cappin'
In fact, just stop rappin'
[Verse 2: G5 Edotty]
(Like fuck that shit, never heard that shit, Edotty here)
What a fuck is a Chela? N***a we gon' pack you
Mentionin' deads, it's a way you get pack too
Try to push up on me, I'ma clap you
We givin' belt on the ass and on them raps
And them n***as ain’t never get active
And on hots cause them n***as be cappin'
Spinnin' trough Paris, try'na catch a body
See lil’ Chela, he get in with Notti
And I'm smoking his deads, so that boy can get active
RPT buggin', you know shit get tragic
If y’all want me, come find me in traffic
Looking like Notti, n***a I might stab you
Try'na be OY, n***a you a fan
Stay in your place, that shit can get you banned

[Verse 3: Dopey kid]
(Aight is Dopey Kid from the south)
Chela is a fucking idiot
I don't even know why he talk on bro
Stop cappin' on that fucking net'
You really gonn' rise some smoke
Chela is a fuckin' idiot and his mum a fucking hoe
Don't make me back my shots
I'm pushing you on fuckin' on floor
[Chorus: SLF Cinz]
Can't even speak english and you're dissin'
Catch Chela, he's gonna go missin'
In love with Notti, stop the simpin'
This AK will have him limpin'
If I see a baguette I'ma burn it (grah-grah)
I'm in France and I'm purgin' (grah-grah boom n***a is that Phil Tk)
Spinnin Paris with no permit (word to my death n***a suck my dick)
I got here 'cause i earned it

[Verse 4: Phil Tk]
And im back on my shit, lookin' for lil chela
N***a keep dissin flock him any weather
Brodie keep hawking totin’ a baretta
Like spinnin thru paris n***as got me fed up
Ayo cinz what we on?
I’mma flick him hit em til he gone
Wanna be notti he gon’ meet the lord like I’mma Keep poking leave em at store
Bop, bop, Che-Chela you better just stop
Bop, bop, je suis a Paris petit gar
Arrete, Arrete
Pe-petit garçon de moi qu'est-ce que tu fais
R-runnin' with bro feelin', Why pulled up?
If I don't got to pocke
Put him right to bed
[Outro: Phil Tk]
(Bop, bop, Chela you better just stop)
(Bop, bop, je suis a Paris petit gar)
(Arrete, arrete, de-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne aaah)
(Gah, gang gang gang n***a)