[Intro: DJ Big Ryde & Dubz]
It's Hollowman, Dubz, yeah?
So Dubz
Yeah
Nigga I know that you do this ting
Ard Bodied, listen
You know that you do this ting
So 'em what Ard Bodied's all about, yeah?
Let's do this fam
[Chorus: Dubz & Giggs, DJ Big Ryde]
What's Ard Bodied?
Tell you what's Ard Bodied (What is it)
Who just done?
Alright, cah I pop it (Ahh)
That's Ard Bodied
Find out where you are probably
Then I get the large shotty
Leave him in the car slumped (Oi, let them know)
[Verse 1: Dubz]
Don't ramp with us, we tote hammers
Blud I'm not Santana but I shoot like cameras
And plus I spit like a camel does
You just dribble, it's a bib what I'm handing ya
Yeah, you might be a physical man
But I'm a little motherfucking tarantula
So you better run 'til your ankle bruck
Click-click, buck at an angle cah
The kickback might fuck up the handler
The stick clap I fucking dismantle ya
Six pack well you're fucking with amateurs
I'm fucking with bosses
CEO's, OG's and managers
Oh please, I'll damage ya
Have your whole crew say "there's no need for badness"
I know G's that hold ki's just like janitors
I get O'z off no teeth and Gareth
'Cause I know fiends that know fiends
That's told fiends it's banging
Hat low, jeans are hanging
Crack dough feeds my family
Act slow, meet my gang
Gats blow, squeeze your fam
We'll be shooting
It's Hollowman, Dubz, yeah?
So Dubz
Yeah
Nigga I know that you do this ting
Ard Bodied, listen
You know that you do this ting
So 'em what Ard Bodied's all about, yeah?
Let's do this fam
[Chorus: Dubz & Giggs, DJ Big Ryde]
What's Ard Bodied?
Tell you what's Ard Bodied (What is it)
Who just done?
Alright, cah I pop it (Ahh)
That's Ard Bodied
Find out where you are probably
Then I get the large shotty
Leave him in the car slumped (Oi, let them know)
[Verse 1: Dubz]
Don't ramp with us, we tote hammers
Blud I'm not Santana but I shoot like cameras
And plus I spit like a camel does
You just dribble, it's a bib what I'm handing ya
Yeah, you might be a physical man
But I'm a little motherfucking tarantula
So you better run 'til your ankle bruck
Click-click, buck at an angle cah
The kickback might fuck up the handler
The stick clap I fucking dismantle ya
Six pack well you're fucking with amateurs
I'm fucking with bosses
CEO's, OG's and managers
Oh please, I'll damage ya
Have your whole crew say "there's no need for badness"
I know G's that hold ki's just like janitors
I get O'z off no teeth and Gareth
'Cause I know fiends that know fiends
That's told fiends it's banging
Hat low, jeans are hanging
Crack dough feeds my family
Act slow, meet my gang
Gats blow, squeeze your fam
We'll be shooting
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