[Intro: Soph Aspin]
We all thought that Mil B's dead
Stupid bitch sent for me again
I'll send back and I'll send back
Got merked last time yeah bitch you mad
We all thought that Mil B's dead
Stupid bitch sent for me again
I'll send back and I'll send back
Got merked last time yeah bitch you mad

[Verse 1: Soph Aspin]
Millie, you embarrassing sket
Said my bars are fucking pep
You ain't nothing, you are wet
You're the biggest mong I've ever met
And you said I give shit head
I replied so Mil B's dead
Stupid cow yeah shut your legs
Forever they're open, forever they're spread
Millie got banged, Mil B bled
That is what your best mate said
You'd seen me you ran and fled
So I'll put you on your death bed
And you're saying that I need a blender
Look at yourself, I don't need a defender
Aspin's terrored you, pipe the fuck down
I'm the grime queen and I'm keeping my crown
I'm about to drop these bars like a bomb
Calling me a sket, chat shit get gone
When I see you, you'd better run
You're a stupid bitch yeah, we know what you done
I'm gonna bury this bitch
Said I'm gonna bury this bitch
See you on the street start banging your two front teeth
Yeah I'm gonna bury this bitch
Gonna burn you up, put your ashes in a zoot
Get blazed, smoke haze, smoke a little bit of you
Sounds sick, sounds twisted
I understand
Don't be sad getting meals of your man
Feels so bad, your man wants a bit of Aspin
Hit you with my bars and my bars get you gasping
My bars get you gasping
Hit you with my bars and my bars get you gasping
Dyl B's helping, you're shagging him too
That space raider, he fucked you
Millie, we know it's true
So, yeah I'm coming for you
And you lied on your father's ashes
Slated my contour, get some glasses
Get to Specsavers
You sound like you're choking on a quaver
[Verse 2: Little T]
Yeah, and I told you before
If it's war then it's war
Bring your boys, I'll bring 10 times more
Look, wait a minute just pause
I'm Little T, I'm gonna go on tours
Yeah you are a slag, you want every lad
Yeah, look
You are a hoe you like swallow
But not, no, yeah
And I'm from Brunswick
Yeah, and then do not start
'Cause god forbid my boys will tear you apart, tear you apart
Yo Millie B
We all know you wanna be me
We all know you wanna be me
But you're never ever gonna be Little T
You're never never gonna be Little T