[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