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[Intro] Fuck Courtney Haha Fuck Courtney Yeah Fuck Courtney Fuck Courtney Alright It's Koke [Verse 1] This little dickhead wanna talk about beef Like he didn't just crash his whole car into a tree Like he didn't have to stick his whole arse into his cheek Like there ain't vids and pics of him lying in the street This little dickhead wanna act like he's bad But he was hiding in the bush just before he got stabbed Keep lying in your songs, I don't even have to brag You're a pussy and a snitch, anything for a bag Posted up with Sam Smith, you motherfucking fag Batty boy Courtney didn't ride out for brands Batty boy Courtney didn't ride out for Jazz Or Skrapz when he got his throat dig out in the can You didn't kill Smallz so stop tryna claim it Church Road hasn't been safe since Anyone can get it now, anyone for repping now Fuck Church Road and Mozart when we stepping out Fuck Fred, fuck BDK Anyone picking sides might see these strays Pop up like "Small world" when he see his mate If you're not with the activities then please behave My little hitta on a mission like GTA Pulled up in the Megane with the MGK We don't talk by law like a NDA You wrote a whole fucking statement and signed your name You can't chat to me darg, you can chat to my darg I was outside when you weren't allowed in the park I was that guy when you was running round kicking ball Don't tell me 'bout the streets, I already did it all Like how you crash your Porsche and get catched by a fraud? How your darg run and left you bloody on the floor? Shoulda bloodied him some more Shoulda turned buddy to a corpse, now buddy wanna talk When you personally ain't on shit Shots will spin you around and turn nine into a six You remind me of a bitch Big wet pussy with my dick around your lips Keep my name out your mouth or swallow this hollow tip [Interlude] There's not a day on God's green earth you're gonna send suttin And I don't send suttin back, you feel me? Fuck Courtney Fuck Courtney Fuck Courtney [Verse 2] Stop talking all your fuckery, you don't wanna buck me I'm always outside and I'm comfy I keep heat 'cause man wanna bun me But you ain't never let it spark like a jump lead And I ain't never been afraid of this dumb neek Pussy wan' talk but he can't confront me If I ain't safe, you definitely ain't You can talk all you want like you definitely brave But when you get caught, you definitely shake You panic and crash, you definitely fake How you talking 'bout beef when you was hiding in the bush? It don't even make sense, you should stick to selling kush And someone tell Fred keep my name out his mouth Before he has to buy another chain to wear round the house North West repping, Stonebizzy settings It's ride or die for my bredrins [Outro] Grab your Glocks when you see K Koke Call the cops when you see K Koke Little dickheads putting money on my head Now you haffi call 'em back for the bread Pussy, I'm in the cut