[Intro: 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 arse, it's insane (Gotcha)

Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

[Verse 1: Russ]

Like baby stop it, everything's mad if I slap this rocket (Bullet)

Fit like ten bags in AMIRI pockets (Racks)

I love this shit, I can't stop it

Baby, arch your back and slide on it

Try hit chest, neck, belly or back

Manna big man, twenty racks on tax

Very sexy, yelly, Steffy (Bullet)

Baby shake up your bum-bum (Shake it)

Don't have sex without condoms (Nah)

Cali spliff looking Hong Kong (Loud)

I don't pipe your girl-, that's my don-don

Very selective, selected 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 an advantage, man still show a big girl what a man is

Give her my screw face, she caught me staring, what do you expect when your skirt's 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 line 'cause 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 arse, 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 50 when I gave wood to your girl, that's dicky

And I didn't wanna holla at Becky, so I went Brighton and holla'd at Britney

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, mate well done, got brain and he cuffed it

JAY 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 everybody wanna link Keisha, Becky, ease up, likkle man stop it

Bad B from kway called Lisa, shit den, wanna take wood cah I'm poppin'

[Verse 4: Tion Wayne]

Everyday I give thanks for the blessings but I repent for numerous cheffings (Crud)

If you saw the way that I kweffed him, man I weren't shocked that his bredrin left him

Bet they thought 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, spend figures, then I go home, eat bariis and hilib

African girl arch back, I wan' 'it-it, pounded yam with okra or spinach

Snapchat-cam them boy you're 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 arse, it's insane

Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

[Verse 5: Sav'O]

JS, JS

They ain't made for the shit, they're soft

I done drill first, think last

All these 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, nigga 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 that 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 gyal, who's holding this brucky? Oh my god, look at that bumsy

[Verse 6: 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 and burn them clothes

A9 got caught with the grub, oh my, so he's looking like two do one

And I pray on my life that they ride in front the jakes so the whole tings done

Big up my chocolate darling, true say that she lost the plot

Doing up-Doing up Gucci gang with her nails on fleek as she whips that pot

My bro just reading the amm, take that to the OT spot

Like we was fifteen when we had the whole 9 block looking like Wizard of Oz

See, back the beef, you get got g

Nine side, we're on top b

Becky come and then slop me

And Keisha mad cah she's on me

Back the beef, you get got g

Nine side, we're on top b

Becky come and then slop me

And Keisha...

[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 arse, it's insane

Very sexy, Keisha, Becky