[Intro: Mr W.O.T]
I love Mr. WOT Entertainment
Crud!
[Verse 1: Russ]
Real, real, realer
Man get scrilla
Tear up liver, head, face and neck get rip up
Bro, love whip up
Bro-bro pick up the dot dots fill up
MSplash, pull up
Don't get cook up
Don’t get fried on a day like Jumu'ah
Man get mulla
Splash with skill, rotate that juker
Wet neck from a Lewisham hooker
Rock with the dots whole block got shake (Running)
They see Russ, ninety-nine pace (Running)
Big man stop, running away (Where you going?)
Instagram, what did you say?
MB pull up
Russ with the Russ, bedroom stulla
Run them down and run down mulla
Pretty girl, come take this shubba
Double tap, blow' em away
Fuck off waps, need a AK
Let it rip, like a Beyblade
Gyaldem cat, I’m sexy and paid
Purchase rock, I don't scrape pots
Five bill jeans, worth a dots
Gunshots, this can't stop
Rack on racks, been through lots
Home V's, I ain't got no behaviour
One drop then your block gets shake-up
This corn might wake up the neighbour
Skeng skeng, man ain't nothing major
I'm hungry, you're on the menu
The five-o can’t protect you
I gave your bitch a dick-full, that’s, that's why the bitch rejects you
I love this shit, I love my fam and I love my team
Accuracy, don’t need no beam
Gelato / Gela-o, I ain't drinking lean
Still got love for my dons in west
Free Huncho, only speak on text
HMP, gotta free my friends
Trident come when the gangs in pens
Texting, I don't do X and O's
Quickly give her my bone and go
Pagan cousins, they scream out sho’
Man can't trust 'em, I love them though
Texting, I don't do X and O's
Quickly give her my bone and go
Pagan cousins, they scream out sho
Man can't trust 'em, I love them though
I love Mr. WOT Entertainment
Crud!
[Verse 1: Russ]
Real, real, realer
Man get scrilla
Tear up liver, head, face and neck get rip up
Bro, love whip up
Bro-bro pick up the dot dots fill up
MSplash, pull up
Don't get cook up
Don’t get fried on a day like Jumu'ah
Man get mulla
Splash with skill, rotate that juker
Wet neck from a Lewisham hooker
Rock with the dots whole block got shake (Running)
They see Russ, ninety-nine pace (Running)
Big man stop, running away (Where you going?)
Instagram, what did you say?
MB pull up
Russ with the Russ, bedroom stulla
Run them down and run down mulla
Pretty girl, come take this shubba
Double tap, blow' em away
Fuck off waps, need a AK
Let it rip, like a Beyblade
Gyaldem cat, I’m sexy and paid
Purchase rock, I don't scrape pots
Five bill jeans, worth a dots
Gunshots, this can't stop
Rack on racks, been through lots
Home V's, I ain't got no behaviour
One drop then your block gets shake-up
This corn might wake up the neighbour
Skeng skeng, man ain't nothing major
I'm hungry, you're on the menu
The five-o can’t protect you
I gave your bitch a dick-full, that’s, that's why the bitch rejects you
I love this shit, I love my fam and I love my team
Accuracy, don’t need no beam
Gelato / Gela-o, I ain't drinking lean
Still got love for my dons in west
Free Huncho, only speak on text
HMP, gotta free my friends
Trident come when the gangs in pens
Texting, I don't do X and O's
Quickly give her my bone and go
Pagan cousins, they scream out sho’
Man can't trust 'em, I love them though
Texting, I don't do X and O's
Quickly give her my bone and go
Pagan cousins, they scream out sho
Man can't trust 'em, I love them though
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