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[Intro: Russ Millions] (Josh) Shh
[Verse 1: Russ Millions & Krept] Mi-millions, I’ve been chartin’ for ages Baba Milly up in her playlist (Feet) Killin’ it, give her wood, she can’t take it (Woo) Dickin’ it, bust my nut, let her taste it Similar, tender touch, nothin’ basic (Woo) Pickler, pick and tint make her shake it Climax, course I left her legs shakin’ (Feet) Figure eight, no my legs, I can’t break it (Feet) I ain’t got no manners Them man yap-yap, ain’t causin’ damage Bodoom, bap-bap, watch him lose his balance (Shatai) My girl’s boujee, but her man’s a savage (Bullet) Feisty, but I don’t mind a challenge (Uh-huh) Re-reflex, got an amazin’ talent Deeper, pullin me close, can’t manage Sativa, bun ‘nough weed like Wiz Khalifa (Feet) Darkoo strapped up, ready for diva (Bullet) Cognac, Russ ain’t into tequila (Shatai) Russ been lit since Becky and Keisha (Uh-huh) Gun lean, chat dem ah chat like Tanisha Jumpy, when I’m on stage, it’s a wheel up (Shat it) Dot-dot, brang that ’round to Sabrina’s (Bullet) MSplash make juice spill, couple litres (Shatai, tally)
[Verse 2: Krept & Konan] Got the drop on homie’s address (Yes) You know bro’s don’t rest (Nah) Salaam man with the right, box man with the left (Whoosh) You know koof-kuff-kweff (Baow, yes, crud) It’s R.I.P if the young boy cheff (Ching, ching, ching) Now your bro on a T-shirt like Corteiz Obviously gyal just hop on (Hop on) Doggy that gyal with crocs on (Crocs on) Who them boy tryna get drops on? (No) ‘Cah I got a serious watch on (Yeah) The man that I walk with, certi’ (Certi’) Spin that (Skrrt), sturdy (Whoosh, uh, Lord have mercy, bumba) Bro just bust that thanks to the barrister Real madman, yuh nuh, hand ting carrier Shells in Greece, had shanks in Malia, different calibre (Boy) Threw that mash ‘cah the feds weren’t catchin’ up Lost that arm like Jamie Lannister Like gyal foreign with a language barrier Big back Fatima, woi (Saucerer)
[Verse 3: Konan] That tough talk, better cut right down (Better cut right down) ‘Cah the things that we got for a stranger, turn your world upside down (Glah, boom) ‘Round here’s not safe for you (Nah, nah) Your grandma better pray for you (Uh, uh) On your ends like Tems, I tell the young G’s wait for you (Behave) In a stolen with a pole in (Pole in) Doin’ all that trollin’ ’til we hold him (Hold him) KD phone in through the bronem (Bronem) Keep my wrist frozen like it’s swollen (Swollen) I don’t wanna lotion, no emotion (No) Tings skin golden, remove clothing (Come here) Whole ting soakin’ while I’m strokin’ (Ooh), like an ocean Is it me or the VVS? Broke boys give me P-T-S Opp boys wanna see me stressed Lil’ deal on the PDF Lil’ bro made the K pop, BTS (Glah, boom) French ting give me EE texts Said she wanna come London, EasyJet But my West ting’s here, can’t see me yet (No, no, no, no)
