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Intro: Mr WOT
800 HertzJamma BeatsFresh money, babyYo, Dublin, big up yourself, you dun knowObviously, trust itCrudMuadVerse 1: J.B2
Man-man back your mash and bop with a different sauceAnd-and splash your cash, she bop with the edible, ohBlue lights, see po-poI don't know what to-to doBaby cattin', uh, buenoFishing-fishing, lost, NemoVerse 2: Russ
Fuck-fuck 'dem yutes, they're irrelevantInfected, they need medicineOn sight 'ting, if you're from BellinghamOne man up, way too militantSlide with the broom like Harry, uhSexed on your bae, no ballyAkhi, ying and yang, I been trappyFly then lick the shots in the alleyVerse 3: J.B2
Michael Jackson, twist up your neckChat again, man pattern the neekArsenal, bro, curve it Welbeck onna runBig man on the net turn likkle-likkleNa, uh-uh, today can't settle-settleGive out molly tun, Skittle-SkittleBaby 'pon me, just jiggle-jiggleGotta jeet and skeet tryna surf on pumVerse 4: Russ
Michael Jack, moonwalk in a crutchPretty face and a whole load of buttChing him up, tryna take out your gutsBoom-bang, got two in the bruckLike, bro, what was you thinking?Back it out, now the yutes sprintingLet 'em have it, let the pain sink inShoot, slap it off without blinkingVerse 5: Chuks
I don't even wanna talk too muchAll these faggots know we put poles in dingersI might get DS to back his shank or get big bro to back his spinnerThey don't wanna see Loose in the cold, broHad them shook and turned them sprinterHow many times have we run down Adz?Got chased with shanks, some stupid niggaGot caught in the lack while sleepingHow the fuck can I call this beefin'?They don't want this index squeezingRegz in the room so your bitch ain't leavingHow many times did they lock up bro?I backed my shank, don't need me a reasonWait 'til shh comes back in endsCah 'til he does, I won't stop creepingVerse 6: J.B2
Who's-who's that nigga?You ain't badder than us, you're shitKway-kway, bill up the spliff and litShe just loving the sex, lick titTrust me, daddyWhen I bop her battyTryna nut it in KellyFinna ugh, no quickyWhen I beef lick that, tryna get this teddyCouldn't give chit-chatVerse 7: Chuks
See the opps taking off so rapidBack out my shank then it's back in jacketsAnd the gyal over there so ratchetOpp's gon' cuff 'cause they come like faggotsI done slept in the cell no blanketsHad to put all my stuff in basketsAnd they put all my food in plasticThey done bag all my clothes in packetsIt's the life I live, where you never see man complainI ain't never seen YJ so gassed; made the grub disappear like David BlaineIt's like Remi done put out a diss track, then got straight on the rassclaat planeIt's got my head back hurting so I gotta smoke the Mary JaneHuh? Huh?I shoulda known betterI put holes in numerous tops so the pigs send home lettersI got 'round 'ere with a sawed-off dots, yeah they say I'm ahome-wreckerMan J.Sav really can't stop dippingMum's have to go sew sweatersTryna get a mans top wetterOpps doin' up love lettersI can't trust no female, you can call me dome-getterI ain't got no feelingsSo I'm out here breaking heartsI'm really tryna get that targetShank in your head like I'm playing dartsOutro: Mr WOT
CrudMuadWhat the song means
This track is a raw UK drill song built around street life, rivalry, and loyalty. The verses describe tense confrontations with rival groups, police presence, weapons, and the danger of retaliation, mixed with bragging about status and confidence. Some verses also touch on relationships, money, and the pressure to look tough. Throughout, the tone is aggressive, boastful, and defensive.
Learn a word
gassed — impressed or hyped up
"gassed" is UK slang here meaning very impressed or excited, not literally gassed.
Song info
- Release date
- 2018-10-31
- Written by
- J.B2, Chuks (AV9), Russ Millions
- Produced by
- 800 Hertz, Jamma Beats
- Featuring
- Chuks (AV9), J.B2
