Keisha & Becky Remix

[Intbro: 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 ass, it's insane

Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

[Verse 1: Russ]

Like baby stop it

Everythings 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, necks, belly or back

Manna big man, twenty racks on tax

Very sexy yearly, Steffy (Bullet)

Baby shake up your bum-bum (Shake it)

Don't have sex without condoms (Na)

Cali spliff looking Hong Kong

I don't pipe babe, that's my don-don

Very selective, select it 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 in advantage, man still show a big girl what a man is

Give her my screw face, she can't be staring, what do you expect when your skirts 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 number cos 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 ass, 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 Fifty, when I gave wood to your girl, that's dicky

And I didn't wanna holla at Becky, so I went Brighton and hollered at Brittany

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, make bell don got brain when he coffed it

J 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 everyone wanna link Keisha, Becky, ease up, likkle man stop it

[Verse 4: Tion Wayne]

Everyday I give thanks for the blessing but I repent for numerous cheffings

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

Bet they tought 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 when figured then I go home, eat [?] and [?]

African girl ass back, I want it-it pounded yam with ucker or spinach

Snapchat, Camden boy, your 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 ass, it's insane

Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

[Verse 4: Sav'O]

Jay S, Jay S

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

I done [?] first thing last

Only 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 the 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 gyallie who's holding this brucky, oh my god, look this [?]

[Verse 5: 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, I'm burning clothes

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

And I pray for my life that they ride in front the jakes and the whole tings done

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