[Intro: Loski & Woosh]
M1OnTheBeat
I'm tired of all these fibs
'Cause I'm tryna see suttin' splashed on curbs
And how many guys been hit?
All that smoke talk, back your words
Two door dinger, this seat might jam
If man's shopping with bae then she got my Ramz
I aim, I blam, stop lying
I'm tired of all these fibs
I'm tryna see suttin' splashed on curbs
And how many guys been hit?
All that smoke talk, back your words
Two door dinger, this seat might jam
If man's shopping with bae then she got my Ramz
I blam

[Verse 1: Loski]
I'm tired of all these fibs and how many guys been hit?
Or splashed, or dash, like SA, man use two hands
Ratio, shotguns and bands
Two door dinger, this seat might jam, I aim, I blam
'Nuff man do it for UDN but won't do it for bro, it's mad
You ain't made opps get bored in a second then go show like everything's fine
Shouts SD, love ride all the time, if he never dashed then he wouldn't be alive
Swing up my arm, go pitney fishing, 'nuff mums and balling siblings
Caught bassy on road that day, couldn't bring it back to my mummy's kitchen
Us chatting to the fed boy's forbidden, we out 'ere gripping
Bet out chinging, opp good riddance, won't touch leg so none of them limping (Drip-drip-drip-drip)
But one of them walk like Thriller
He got burst that day with a rusty gauge, no name, say name my driller
On the ends, a bit of rum and bigger, and I ain't drinking none my jigga
Two G's, what a paigon fisher, I buss man, he buss your trigger
I'm Loose, the fashion driller, I hate gyal that's dead and inna
Splashed down, see 'em drown, tell 'em "get up"
They talk 'nuff on the net, I'm fed up
[Chorus: Loski & Woosh]
I'm tired of all these fibs
'Cause I'm tryna see suttin' splashed on curbs
And how many guys been hit?
All that smoke talk, back your words
Two door dinger, this seat might jam
If man's shopping with bae then she got my Ramz
I aim, I blam, stop lying
I'm tired of all these fibs
I'm tryna see suttin' splashed on curbs
And how many guys been hit?
All that smoke talk, back your words
Two door dinger, this seat might jam
If man's shopping with bae then she got my Ramz
I aim, I blam, stop lying

[Verse 2: Woosh]
Video settings, wap in the pouch or I got a [?] that stand with me
All that talk on the net but a man saw me in the flesh, couldn't actually breath
Last night I had the maddest dream that all of them man deceased
Then I woke up all pissed 'cause I liked how that was going, so I went back to sleep
I'm tryna see suttin' splashed on curbs but we gotta take time away from that
You already know that the trap comes first, all that smoke talk, back your words
My lil bro lost my wap, it weren't his fault but that's not mans concern
If man's shopping with bae, she got my Ramz on her
I gave bare young G's consign, I don't mind how long they take
Just give me a date and pay on time, you ain't gotta ask me if I got work
I doubt there's a time that I'm not online, cross that line and you're getting booked
It's a on sight if you're offside, free up the gang, free up the gang
Free Wizzy, got caught wrong place, wrong time
You man are known for hitting up innocents, how many times you gonna slap the wrong guy?
Us man are really known for drillings in Newham, send hot shots through 'em
We just get 'round there, there ain't much to it, we're doing these bootings (Gaza)
[Chorus: Loski & Woosh]
I'm tired of all these fibs
'Cause I'm tryna see suttin' splashed on curbs
And how many guys been hit?
All that smoke talk, back your words
Two door dinger, this seat might jam
If man's shopping with bae then she got my Ramz
I aim, I blam, stop lying
I'm tired of all these fibs
I'm tryna see suttin' splashed on curbs
And how many guys been hit?
All that smoke talk, back your words
Two door dinger, this seat might jam
If man's shopping with bae then she got my Ramz
I aim, I blam, stop lying

[Outro: Loski & Woosh]
M1OnTheBeat
Stop lying, stop lying
Two door dinger, this seat might jam
If man's shopping with bae then she got my Ramz
I aim, I blam, stop lying