No More Social Media Druski & Kairo Keyz

[Intro: Druski]
Grrt, yo, alright (Grrt, grrt)
No social media for the yute dem, you know?
Mans dem sick, mans dem hot
Grrt, yo (Muddy), grrt

[Verse 1: Druski]
Two slaps in the wrist go dutty (Pow, pow)
One mandem pick up on scooter (Scooter)
Three waps in the whips, got mandem sick
Go on, fuck around, bust his nutter (Woah)
I speak truth, no, I don't need no Bluetooth speaker (Aha)
We play outside, we got the inside, pigs dem pickin' up Rugers
Yo, look, grrt, the yute dem leavin' them bloody
Put the opp in a box, no, we callin' 'em slutty (Spin the opp like a baby's bottom)
Yeah, that's naughty naughty, yo

[Verse 2: Kairo Keyz]
Where they at? I'm live
What you mean 'bout three-sixty on my deal? I ain't with Coulda Been Records (What you talkin'?)
We got waps in the UK, this ain't no USA, bro's swingin' his metal (Grrt)
Back then in the ends with a one-two guys in a 125 or pedals (Live)
I can't be the ugliest rapper alive, I just put ten on my dental
Still outside, could've been us (Yeah)
Switched up, could've been love (Yeah)
Run it up, could've been rubbed (Yeah)
My phone keep ringin', I'm chuffed (Bread)
In the States, they're runnin' up "Gang"
Glock thirty, lettin' it— (Boom)
I can't sign no deal in the Yams (Can't)
No Diddy, the gang still bang