[Intbro: Russ & Tion Wayne]
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm
[Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ]
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)
Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
[Verse 1: Russ]
Like baby stop it
Everythings mad if I slap this rocket (Bullet)
Fit like ten bags in Amiri pockets (Racks)
I love this sh*t, I can't stop it
Baby, arch your back and slide on it
Try hit chest, necks, belly or back
Manna big man, twenty racks on tax
Very sexy yearly, Steffy (Bullet)
Baby shake up your bum-bum (Shake it)
Don't have sex without condoms (Na)
Cali spliff looking Hong Kong
I don't pipe babe, that's my don-don
Very selective, select it corn, eject it
The way he ran off, he meant it (Gone)
[Verse 2: Aitch]
Yo, both hands on the back when I tap it, grab it and slap it, Becky a savage
Lemme show you a magic trick, you can have this dick after that man vanish
Two MILFs in a whip, bro-bro said he wanted a bit, told him he can manage
This baby face in advantage, man still show a big girl what a man is
Give her my screw face, she can't be staring, what do you expect when your skirts so short?
Out here twerking, gone past caring, she went out cheating, the girl got caught
Stepped in the place all shiny, I don't have a chain, man glow when I walk
Don't phone if you're wasting my time, got me changing my number cos I don't wanna talk
[Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ]
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)
Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
[Verse 3: JAY1]
How many L's did I take this year? And how many times did I buck your chicky?
Had a cap on my head like Fifty, when I gave wood to your girl, that's dicky
And I didn't wanna holla at Becky, so I went Brighton and hollered at Brittany
And how many chicks did I swipe? Top of my head, I think about fifty
And I don't really wanna hear nonsense
Man send one text to your female, now the bad B come looking like custard
Slim t'ic with the back come detail, give her back shot, two-two, now she loved it
And the ting come quick like a e-mail, make bell don got brain when he coffed it
J bun up the place like a moshpit, viral, now I got fans in Boston
Two stepped to the dance all saucy, one gun lean, man did it like Russ did
And everyone wanna link Keisha, Becky, ease up, likkle man stop it
[Verse 4: Tion Wayne]
Everyday I give thanks for the blessing but I repent for numerous cheffings
If you saw the way that I kweffed him, man I weren't shocked that his bredrin left him
Bet they tought the last verse was a fluke ting, free my broski inside for some bootings
Man, I'm boasy, spend racks on a Cuban and my lightskin, brownskin or cute tings
Man I love to go west when figured then I go home, eat [?] and [?]
African girl ass back, I want it-it pounded yam with ucker or spinach
Snapchat, Camden boy, your all image
White girl, Soul Food, Gaucho, Nobu
Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm
[Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ]
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)
Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
[Verse 4: Sav'O]
Jay S, Jay S
They ain't made for the sh*t, they're soft
I done [?] first thing last
Only man wan' talk 'bout drill, they do drill rap but ain't got no heart
All the things man seen and done in the field, nigg* you won't know the half
And bro told me he just done that bait, so now he's in a petrol bath
Bro backed it, I told him dump off, dump off, before I back it, they run off
Hit the once, you can't be my lover, HMP free up my brother
Ambush I got my block jumpy, jumpy, gyal on me, man they love me
Two gyallie who's holding this brucky, oh my god, look this [?]
[Verse 5: Swarmz]
(Nine-nine-nine)
See my guy got bagged for the chinging
The grind don't stop, so we see this dough
I told bro just slap it in reverse with a petrol can, I'm burning clothes
A9 got caught with a grub, oh my, so he's looking like to do one
And I pray for my life that they ride in front the jakes and the whole tings done
Big up my chocolate darling, true say, she lost the plot
