[Lyric] Most Wanted Remix (Digga D & Russ Millions)

[Verse 1: Russ Millions]
Opp girls love Russ, always ask for hugs
10 times 3 soon put him in mud
Your baes on me, try wicked and
I been round there tryna 'low their mugs
Got with the dots, whole block got shake
Your bro got got, your off his face
That's your guy, why you leave your mate
Facetime live, restructure your face
Tweet on the net bout gang it's calm
Direct shots when I stretch my arm
Shh got drenched 3 times oh lord
Turn that off, dishing out red cards
Tear mans chest, fishing out mans heart
No lacking on point like darts
[?] can't afford auto go cart
[?] can't afford auto go cart
I said your peng, but hold on babe
I'm swerving Ben
Been 'round there tryna crash at men
Bitch, I'm in love with skeng
Beef with me but I don't know dem
You're just pissed, cah I stabbed your friend
Stop tweeting come @ me den
Put man's face on the news at ten
Put mans stretch on the news at ten
When I'm in Penge I can't see dem
Only undies run far from dem
Free up my broski doing up pen
Back is mad but the face is dead
Fuck that shit, get blows instead
Bedroom bully, Russ rock that bed
T getting mad, tryna cuff that fed
Just look what we done
Can't wait to bun up this don
I'm off so why did you run
Your mum soon bury her son
Three inches away from his lung
Watch man leak and screaming so fun
Give man wings, Red Bull and rum
Jump in the car, yeah then we're done
[Verse 2: Digga D]
Grab him, get him, wet man down with the rams, I’m a violent man (ching)
My burners on me, I’m only shook of the Trident gang (fuck the Jakes)
J1 got itched and snitched (ching), he’s far from a silent man (some dickhead)
Bruck back in the rucksack, adrenaline rush when the sirens rang (aye)
4 man on 2 peds, 15 on my hip, mans doing up pillion (aye)
I saw a black yute in a track suit, I would’ve been vexed if I chinged that civilian (shit then)
When I heard that broski scored on Fredo, that news was brilliant (mad)
He got round there on a one man army ting, he’s way too militant
Trap mash, get bread, man whip zeds (whip it)
2 [?] filled up with biseds
Them man there talking trap, they ain’t seen 10 bags, them niggas some dickheads (some dickheads)
Diss T1 and you might get bun, what? Them man there bluffing (aye)
How many times have the mandem said Teewiz and they ain’t done nothing (hah)
Interview room, feds talking 'bout burners (aye, aye)
I got a pending case (for what), 2 attempted murders
Man got lunch, spots in cunch, I just need some workers (yeah)
10 plus 1 we lurkers (trap, trap)
Earners and lurkers, finna whip that shit, close the curtains
Aye