[Intro]
Sebz Beats, baby

[Chorus: Box12 and Kwengface]
Got this Nokia twerkin'
As long as the reception's good in the bando, set up that shop, start workin'
This Z come back twenty seven
No way could it come twenty two like suburbans
The gang still swervin' in Germans
Didn't drop man
Get away from your set, we emergin'
Chop that work then bag it
Cling it, repair that upsuh, we're servin'
I'm settin' up shop in the OT spot
Three days manna get that twerkin'
They askin why I'm still servin'
I tell her the music ain't enough earnings
Suttin' just got murdered
Now I'm sippin' my tea like Kermit (ha)
Unlimited grub, unlimited spots, swear that I just be workin'

[Verse 1: Box12]
Trap boy, good with the Jap boys and all round here we slap toys
I grab the dough they all get dasheen
Come cash, might get served by a black boy
Yo don't get drilled on the back way
Free in the day of the life man it's that way
The aigons make that noise
Ultra attack and we ain't no react boys
I ducked them views on the mains and up till now i still, can't explain
I'm a beast that will never be tamed
I flew like pigeons the whole hood flames
Serani no games, he park it OK, baby just do what I say
You're far from [?], you're [?] up kway
But boy, I'd better mind what I say
[Verse 2: Kwengface]
Trap boy, trap boy, when I'm low on the dough man jack boys (come here)
Opp block search and attack boy (come here)
Smash that man down till he's nuttin' but racks boy
Man's lettin' dem fly like Fat Boy
Trapped out, you know man's in and out flats boy
Dem nosy neighbours preein' me mad like, ugh, look at this black boy (racist)
I'm in OT lookin' like a rif raff
Chit-chat out 'ere tryna get rich that
Got dots in abundance, hundreds, shots I quickly hit that
See an opp on the mains, got a skeng in my palm, man's tryna go lift that
Push the whip back, I ain't into no chitchat
Do a man jump out and then go fish that

[Chorus: Box12 and Kwengface]
Got dis Nokia twerkin'
As long as the reception's good in the bando, set up that shop, start workin'
This Z come back twenty seven
No way could it come twenty two like suburbans
The gang still swervin' in Germans
Didn't drop man
Get away from your set, we emergin'
Chop that work then bag it
Cling it, repair that upsuh, we're servin'
I'm settin' up shop in the OT shop
Three days manna get that twerkin'
They askin why I'm still servin'
I tell her the music ain't enough earnings
Suttin' just got murderedNow I'm sippin' my tea like Kermit (ha)
Unlimited grub, unlimited spots, swear that I just be workin'
[Verse 3: Box12]
I took a little trip to the broadway but its got hotter than a bop with a baby
I do that drill then search, get low, look for the corn like it's slavery
How that yute try slander my name
You ain't game, your behavior's gazy
I'm up for the bag first thing in the AM when you're layin' in bed bein' lazy
Grab that cling film wrap that tight in case everythin' goes pear
I still been grippin' my stainless, two grips, two seconds, one, he's there
Try slide round there, blame yourself when you're layin' in intensive care
Free Saucy I wish he was here, no Durex bro would've beat that bare

[Verse 4: Kwengface]
Yo, swing to the left
Nah, I can't share my secret
What happens in the rex gon' stay in the rex
I can't cuff that ting I just have my fun and I play with her necks
Two packs in the rex, my nicks done said it’s the best
Nah, you can't play with the set
Better move out, get blaze in your head
Better move out, get blaze in your wig
I got a soft spot for my sweet one
But I love chillin' with my Asian ting
Mum said bring home an African one
But I'm in love with Jamaican tings
Quit tellin' I'm up with a heart
That one was amazin' flip
See an opp man is [?] blazin' whip
[Chorus: Box12 and Kwengface]
Got this Nokia twerkin'
As long as the reception's good in the bando, set up that shop, start workin'
This Z come back twenty seven
No way could it come twenty two like suburbans
The gang still swervin' in Germans
Didn't drop man
Get away from your set, we emergin'
Chop that work then bag it
Cling it, repair that upsuh, we're servin'
I'm settin' up shop in the OT shop
Three days manna get that twerkin'
They askin why I'm still servin'
I tell her the music ain't enough earnings
Suttin' just got murdered
Now I'm sippin' my tea like Kermit (ha)
Unlimited grub, unlimited spots, swear that I just be workin'