[MoStack:]
What do you want from me?
I think the devil wants to dance with me
Bun a spliff and have a glass with me
But that's blasphemy
I blast for you, will you blast for me?
I remember when she used to laugh at me
And now I'm hearing that she asks for me
I'm all good b, don't worry
I heard some paigons are on to me
Well so is my Armani
That's designer, let's party b (you see)

[J Hus:]
Me and them we can't rub shoulders
Them niggas give me bipolar
Once I come I'll be sending bare shots one by one
One by one
Nigga fuck you
I don't give a fuck who you are
I don't give a fuck who you are
I don't give a fuck who you are

Copped a new ting just to test when I get bored
These niggas playing checkers on a chess board
I got sent by karma, black balaclava
Source out all my palava
If I send for you then I'm brainless
If you sent for me then you're famous
They don't wanna grind cause they're broke and proud
I be on the other side talking loud

[MoStack:]
Put your gun fingers in the air
And wave it like you just don't care then
Buss it like you just don't fear
Put your hand up if you're ugly
Oh that was awkward it's just me
I buss myself you can't buss me
Aye talk bad how could he?
If you are what you eat I'm a Nandos
You are what you eat, you're a pussy
Money in the pocket in my hoodie
Now she tryna jiggy jiggy boogie (shit)

I'm so paranoid
I think she tryna take my money
I swear I'm so paranoid
You're broke you ain't making noise
Your daughters a hoe you should of had a boy
Who's that knocking on my door?
Calling on a 44 (nah)
I ain't seen this number before
I swear I'm so paranoid
I hear they wanna roll on me
So mi nuh trust nobody

[MoStack