[Produced by The HeavyTrackerz]
(Twerk Boys)
Nobody rates you
Nobody, nobody
Nobody rates you
All of these nobodies
Used to be Splurgeboys
Now you're a twerk body
Nobody
Nobody, nobody rates you
Nobody rates you
Nobody, nobody
Nobody rates you
All of these nobodies
Used to be Splurgeboys
Now you're a twerk body
Nobody
Nobody, nobody rates you
Nobody rates you
Nobody, nobody rates you
Nobody rates you-
Alright, alright, Splurgeboys. Are you really pulling out the clash? Like, what's this, man?
Like, I thought you were producers, bruv. They're just nothing but little girls, man. Stand up in the war, yeah?
(Twerk Boys)
[Lay-Z]
Oi Splurge, your bars are dead
Your flow is dead, your creps are dead
Your clothes are dead, your beats are dead
Your mix is dead, go to your engineer, tell him what I said
Go to your dad, tell him what I said
Make him look at these waste MCs that he bred
About you wanna stand up in the war
Trackerz, we paint the whole town red, yo
Forget all the pointless talking
Splurge get shook anytime Trackerz walk in
k** off any Splurgeboy, no more warning
General, we make the Splurgeboys fall in
Talk bare greaze? Cuz, who you fooling?
The state of these Splurgeboys, fam, it's appalling
Everyone acts like them man are balling
Get to the rave, bodies start stalling
Yeah, got a couple tings outside
Ting plus five, watch 'em get 'em all in easy
Go through the back, I bring the tool in
Amateurs, Splurgeboys, they need a schooling
Yeah, can't be my name that you're calling
Man will just start 50 and Ja Rule-ing
[?] my bruddas, yeah, we can start ruling
Man know we defend the team like Smalling
Trackerz, we paint the whole town red, yo
Trackerz, we paint the whole town red, yo
Trackerz, we paint the whole town red, yo
Trackerz, we paint the whole town red, yo
Trackerz, we paint the whole town red, yo
[Outro]
Ahh, bruv, that's light, that's light
You man ain't ready, man, 'llow it, 'llow it