It's by Yamaica Productions, baby Crud Muad It's bait, they're fake I was sleeping, then a man got snaked Tryna rob Russ, what a big mistake Talk about drill, then I come first place Ching that head, neck, belly or face Man try run, then give him a chase Anyone get set, I don't mind race Slap this one, make your whole block shake Make a block vibrate Mention sister and I get irate Man put- in a spliff, not grave They don't wanna buck Russ adding up K's Got all my opps on ropes These music boys don't want no smoke Paigon gyal love to use their throat Bad boy dip, make scream out woah Make the gyaldem work, twerk She got contour on my shirt Step in the dance, the gyaldem flirt Thought it was cologne how the man disperse Outside like a fox Can't wait 'til I get that drop Victim, they make me lean and bop If the mandem lurk then you can't go shop It's mad, I got options Ten-ten girls that I'm choppin' Hop in, straight on my John, she's sloppin' We don't care if the neighbours watchin' Hold up-hold up shawty Peng lighties and caramel barbie Don't wife her if she still goes carni' Boujee bitch, like my lady's classy Skid 'round there, nearly ripped man's tyre Two man step with smoke and fire Lock and load when I back this fire Dem man are good liars Peng gyal got their eyes on Russ Tek' time girl, I don't want no hug Opp thots tryna show man love And all the olders on the ends are rubbed Touch anyone, not kids and women Me and bro-bro need .44's twinnin' Life ain't sweet, got gyal where you're livin' Christian but I done 'nuff sinnin' Splashy, show them Olympic chingin' Mad me, straight to your gaff I'm headin' It's fryin', the beef ain't deadin' Everything's hot like my gyal from Reading Russ with a Russ, I'm a real cash earner Can't size up, rudeboy, you're a worker When I was young, went halves on burners Need a big Mac with fries, no burger Attempt was the case but I wanted murder Russ and Buni, the whole gang's lurkin' Pull up on them when man's not workin' Bronze gyal love the dick, man's surfin'