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[Intro] JM, double 0, baby Bkay on the beat [Intro: Miles & Kadz] Say that again innit, say that one more time innit Go on say somethin', what? What, you're a big man now yeah Kadz? Is that you? Shut up, what you gonna hide now, huh? Pull a knife out for me, yeah? For me? Miles for me bruv? We're family bruv I'm your boy What the fuck? You ain't my boy You ain't my brother, opp, snake Usin' man to get what you want— [Verse 1: Loose] Splash him (Splash) Got that from O, that's bro, man (Dip) got sweets on sweets (Dip) like Randoms Get dropped from the crew that you're backin' (Baow) Big dots from the Yardie, man, no homo, blow your whole back in We Moscow march and then grab him, nap him, hold him up for that ransom (Grab him) My breddas active and stand it (Like), hold it up and then mash it Like baby girl just don't dance, all holdin' on to my jawns, dance Russians out of them cars Li-li-like back to the money and fame Them Zone 2 boy just lame Big Russian Rambo insane (Whoosh) Like, how the fuck that's your bae? Last week she's toppin' of brain Still ments, nothin' else changed, creep, dark knight like I'm Wayne (Ayy, ayy) I'll bumper car like I'm Taze, Screwloose, yeah that my mate (Gang, gang) We trap mash and then stack, uh, racks, racks on them tramps That-that-that's all we see for them bands Like what you mean you're on gang? (What do you mean?) When my phone rings I'm missin' (Brrt, brrt, brrt), Sam calls that's a killin' We dice down for them digits then bruck down for that business Don't ever talk about drillin' (Baow), you ain't got no teeth they're your fillin' (No way) Like my white boys, I'm livid, done-done jail time for some snitches Invest in shit that matters (Come on), not shoes and chains for the 'Grammers Invest in shit that matters (Ayy), not shoes and chains for the 'Grammers Beefin' Russians with no whackers (Ayy), beefin' Russians with no whackers [Verse 2: SP17] Man, I'm so fuckin' fed up (Yeah), tired of all these liars (Let's go) I'll bring him down so many times (Whoosh), can't lie man I'm fat and I'm tired (Haha) Free my nigga Broad day (Broad day), can't lie that's a real life rider (My nigga) And them man ain't no fuckin' F-boy, but your man's just a fuckin' striker (Haha) See the coldest flow in my ends (Hey), ain't nobody colder than my brudda (Let's go) I've heard they got problems with me, so those hollow tips follow my brudda (Brrt, baow, baow, baow) Remember days dad I found my strap, sorry that dad, ask Filly what's that? (What's that) Sorry that's my .44 long, I'm sorry dad that I copped this mash (Sorry dad) But I got beef in my ends, got real beef with big men, seen them squeezin' on them Driller hit neck and his chest, we ain't stoppin' 'til one of them's dead (Brrt, baow, baow) (Ayy), It's a black man that's Justin Bieber (Skrrt), 'til we skrrt round in a three litre (Skrrt) If my baby mum looked like yours, then I wouldn't like my life either (Haha) Tired of all these weekenders (Let's go), so-called gangsters, pretenders (They're washed) Why the fuck you think they call man Moscow? (Moscow) 'Cause they gave more skengs than members (Boom, boom) Driller get more teeth than dentist, (Ayy), did you see that clip, extended? (Come on) Young boy whippin' Alan Sugar (My nigga), can't lie, young G, my apprentice Yo