Trick Or Treat - Russ Millions, LATTZ

Twin barrel, that’s deuce

Dutty brucky, split it in two

Ay, they loving the crew

Man can’t say the things that we do

Swing them swords like Shinobi

Fur on my coat, it’s Coyote

I don’t know them boy but they know me

I got a brand new skeng for my old beef

Put a sock in it, Mick Foley

We don’t tick, call the hotline Roley

Put my life on the line, they owe me

And that shit, man I can’t condone, g

Attack upfront like Rashford

Violate gang, it’s cracking

Retaliation, rapid

Fam, the exit wounds were massive

Pull up and leave shit dirty, worksy

Whip out my mash like Shirley

Got a brownskin ting from Purley

She gets gassed when my hairs all curly

Don’t try send, cah you ain’t ready

Saw Aiden, he’s doing up leggy

Back this wap now everyt’ing shelly

Big Russ but, she know that already

Light love cah just fuck up her belly

Swing them shanks do him in Guiseppes

Gun Lean king, I’m on your girl’s telly

How many man been touched, there’s too many (loads)

Been taking risks

My opps are bruck, don’t take the piss

Still grab food on the paigon strip

And I got love for my paigon bitch

Buck into yutes, they fall

Cause I’ve really been on road

Make big men crumble

Hop them counters before I can wear man’s clothes

Got beef with the L, good luck

You might end up six feet under

I’ve already got down grown men and I’ll happily splash that younger

Back smoke and watch them run off

Aim up high and dump off

Take man’s food for the sake of my hunger

And pray that I don’t serve undercover

Feds tryna bird my team

Nearly had me made me miss my summer

En route to the trap playing K Trap

And the tarmac’s burning rubber

Gyal wanna suck my nuts, but I can’t jeet if she’s got no bumper

By Latts, them shanks been swung, numerous holes in your jumper

TB lean with the gun like Russ

Hit mum and her son

And Dach got bored in his face

Neek lost to a 3 on 1

Buck into yutes, they run

How many man done dash

Knives on waist and none of them spun

We catch case, don’t add a K

Or you won’t last that long

ZT gang, London Fields, where this driller’s from

14 on the front of a handlebar

2 man, just me and Youngs

Or it was me and Bug

2 black blades, tryna tear that up

Rambos rip through guts

Corn flies, sting like bees

Where they enter, they bite like dogs

2 got dropped, won’t satisfy us

So we stay drilling on opps