Russ Millions, Buni - Unruly lyrics

Top shottas are back gotcha
Crud! Mad!

Five-five bands for the wap, did I mention
G17 for my protection 
Real skeng man,  Russ got a selection
Put a whole 20 bags in my pendant
I get money, don't mean to offend them
Diamonds dancing, too much attention
Any weak friendships, just end them
If I get a drop on the opp, try kweng them
If I get a drop then your block get shake up
Bae looks good when she wears no make-up
All her friends say I'm a heartbreaker
But they get bent over by a failure
Drink Henny with a Redbull tracer
Opp packs loud, that's my favourite flavour
Secondary school had my shank in blazer
Unruly Russ, got no behaviour

Ay, unruly like Poppy feds wan' stop me
So I gotta do my job properly
I'm in love with dotty
You're pissed like potty
If I come, man swing that shotty
Peng ting from Totty
Of course she's a hottie
And she wanna ride like Bonnie
Go cray like Broly, I war anybody
So don't get packed like donny
I can tell you about 8 and the B Side yutes
More than 3 been put in zoots
I'm Buni, mind who you're talking to
Gun shot ting, no stick and move
Mhm, hold pepper like soup pot
Ying that down, one litre of juice
Most hated in blue, move
Piss me off and I boot

Wicked and bad like the opp gyal Taylor
Can't beef Russ if you got no paper
Rise that wap, tryna hit mans dome
If I get your address then you can't go home
Leave it alone
Your girlfriend sexy she might get bone
High down, got the packs from drones
Nuff phone sex on my Samsung phone
Got a big batty girl from Deptford
And red shells for the dots in Bedford
David Beckham, Russ done kick off your head
No weapon
Coulda got locked, but I'm way too clever
All eyes on my when I enter
Can't task that gyal, she's renter
Man get drilly like broski Kenka

Ay, bad badman ting, wicked and bad
Who's that yute, get smoked like fag
Skeng man ting when I rise and tan
Don't put yourself in a spliff like
It get long when I wave my hand
Fuck mans sis like Dan did Stam
Dot dot kick, leave your torso cramp
Spin that block tryna get my man
Lock my arm, everyting get shelly
Head, neck, back and belly
I'm ready for war and my aim be steady
Might get your face on telly
I might just get a chesty or necky
Swing my arm to recky
Tinest temper please don't vex me
Test me, leave the whole road messy