[Intro: Kay-O]
ES, is that you?
Gozo chef, bombaclaat to them boy den
Likkle Dotz
At it, dust, up shut up, buss off, pussy, you feel like
Dey on side, watch yourself crawlin' mandem
Funny how we the laughin' stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops
They're dead
If we asked, it's not
Still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts
Fetch them and where we left them, find them and bine them, grrt
[Chorus: Kay-O]
Funny how we the laughin' stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops
They blame us, if we askеd, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks, how they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
Thеy know the gang's charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked (And locked)
Funny how we the laughin' stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks, how they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked
[Verse 1: Smokes]
Big-big-big bro got slapped (Grrt), little bro got slapped, but I guess little bro couldn't firm it (Grrt, grrt)
And they lost their boss, he was way too high, heard the Anglo Arms had him turnin' (Ha)
He got slapped on a front seat (Errr), dropped out on a backseat, think donny tried swervin' (Baow)
Me and bro laugh everyday when we talk 'bout ****, know that them man are still burnin'
The wettest is probably Margs (Eediat)
His bro got his head lifted, sent Mars (Grrt)
I can put it on ****, he ain't jumped in a car, but the joke man's doing podcasts (That ****)
Man slap man's head and we speed off (Skrrt)
I ain't got no favourites, there ain't no way (Nah) that I'm smokin' on KB (Haha) and not smoke DDot (Dead)
Buss man's head and we bleach off (Grrt)
ES, is that you?
Gozo chef, bombaclaat to them boy den
Likkle Dotz
At it, dust, up shut up, buss off, pussy, you feel like
Dey on side, watch yourself crawlin' mandem
Funny how we the laughin' stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops
They're dead
If we asked, it's not
Still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts
Fetch them and where we left them, find them and bine them, grrt
[Chorus: Kay-O]
Funny how we the laughin' stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops
They blame us, if we askеd, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks, how they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
Thеy know the gang's charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked (And locked)
Funny how we the laughin' stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks, how they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked
[Verse 1: Smokes]
Big-big-big bro got slapped (Grrt), little bro got slapped, but I guess little bro couldn't firm it (Grrt, grrt)
And they lost their boss, he was way too high, heard the Anglo Arms had him turnin' (Ha)
He got slapped on a front seat (Errr), dropped out on a backseat, think donny tried swervin' (Baow)
Me and bro laugh everyday when we talk 'bout ****, know that them man are still burnin'
The wettest is probably Margs (Eediat)
His bro got his head lifted, sent Mars (Grrt)
I can put it on ****, he ain't jumped in a car, but the joke man's doing podcasts (That ****)
Man slap man's head and we speed off (Skrrt)
I ain't got no favourites, there ain't no way (Nah) that I'm smokin' on KB (Haha) and not smoke DDot (Dead)
Buss man's head and we bleach off (Grrt)
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