[Intro: LR]
We ain't got rods and we're fishing
Psycho bitch in love with this living
It's LR baby, it's LR boo
[Hook: LR] x2
Ten toes, splash splash, hit him
We ain't got rods and we're fishing
Psycho bitch in love with this living
Run off in your cave, no Mr Kipling
It's LR baby, it's LR boo
Uh uh now they're kissing
Got drenched, and you ain't ridden
Pull up like Tracey Beaker, they're missing
[Verse 1: Karma]
Karma Karma, I'm back
Psycho, Psycho members with tats
With 2 shanks up
Like how can I lack? (Like how?)
Flicks on my cheeks or pocket, and my rambo is on my waist or bag
When I ring trap cah I'm chasing bands
We'll turn a man red like strawberry jam, damn
If I leave my bally at home, then it's shirts on face, what do you know about that?
More time I love dressing in all black, and I swear I've had enough of these yats
Nuff girls tryna be little miss Karma
Well calm down, I've gotta tell them relax, got gassed cause I yo'd her snap
Girl give brain, got her doing up gag
Girl wan suck me off to my music, she love giving me brain and then brag
Fucking hell she's a fan
And splash, get gassed, we're funeral amped
Moretime ride out, got me doing up gang gang
Ring trap splash and we bang, bang
We caught them man and they ran
Damn stressed out got me billing up dank
I'm still here, everyday I give thanks
OT trip got me doing up bang, gyally on me so you know I don't wank
I love a yat with a fuck off back, doggy, feel it in her belly like cramp
I'm on my own wave like Frank Ocean, anyone b get nanked soak him
I really ain't joking, ching splash dip and I'll poke him
Rambo leave your body all open, nuff that ammy I'm talking, smoking, rolling, billing and bark it
Spark it up and recharge it, laugh so loud man the danks all farting
Pardon pack come fatter than Cartman, ride out in the ding dong whiz, bro whip like Jeremy Clarkson
[Hook: LR]
Ten toes, splash splash, hit him
We ain't got rods and we're fishing
Psycho bitch in love with this living
Run off in your cave, no Mr Kipling
It's LR baby, it's LR boo
Uh uh now they're kissing
Got drenched, and you ain't ridden
Pull up like Tracey Beaker, they're missing
[Verse 2: LR]
HTUR backwards, raps for the girls, when you know that he ain't on piss
Ten toes through the pagan strip
The striker's here, tell your boy don't slip
See a yute start kicking down to get two, soon as he sees us hop out the whip
Opps really know we on violent shit, see a Moscow that's splash and dip, really got love for my nunhead chick
Like anyone on me is lit, frassed
Trying to take a trip to bagel, but I can't lie man bagel's shit
So I gotta hit up Kaspas then I get moved by a lightskin chick
She said that's certi you're LR, I said baby you know who it is
She got friends so I'm hollering Kiz (hollering bro)
She ain't on head so fuck that bitch but it's back to the liz
Bruck with me and bro cah he was trying to test a new fanta
Wait, Fanta? Man a mean new fizz
Opps don't want to get hit up by this, brown girl looking Walkers, yeah that's crisp
How can you lot say I'm a reserve, (how?)
How much opps have I wetted, how much time have I got home with blood on my shank and yeah I still kept it
I'm young and I've been a savage from young when I say that, know I meant it
Ask bro what I done in reception, splash man's head with scissors and left it (splashed it)
