Runnin' the Pitch

Intro

(YNWA, YNWA)

Red side, la, we takin' the piss (gang)

Anfield army, opp boys get dismissed (woo)

Scouse and sound, deep voice drillin' it quick (skrrt)

Chorus

We runnin' the pitch, la, boots on fleek (fleek)

Salah on the wing, buryin' keepers deep (deep, deep)

Van Dijk tower, opps can't breach (nah)

Kop singin' loud, YNWA, we the elite (elite)

Runnin' the pitch, la, boots on fleek (fleek)

Salah on the wing, buryin' keepers deep (deep)

Van Dijk tower, opps can't breach (gang)

Kop singin' loud, YNWA, we the elite (woo, YNWA!)

Verse

Yo, Scouse blade sharp, slicin' through Man U pack (slash 'em)

Everton divvies, we leavin' 'em flat on their back (smacked)

Fast like Nunez dash, opp fans dash when we attack (gone)

Deep voice boomin', Anfield quake, feel the ground crack (boom)

Tackles hard, no mercy, studs up in their chest (stomp)

Champions League kings, liftin' that big silver chest (up)

Rivals chat shit, but we silence 'em quick (shh)

Six times champs, history's ours, that's the script (facts)

Liverpool red, blood in my veins pumpin' hype (red)

Opp boys blue, cryin' when we score that strike (goal)

Maneuver like Trent, cross it perfect, assist the vibe (pass)

Alisson savin' shots, keep the net tight, survive (safe)

Street to the stands, same grind, same fight (gang)

Hard in the mud, whether pitch or the night (hard)

Scouse till I die, la, wave that scarf high (wave it)

YNWA chant, echo round the world, multiply (global)

Fast flow frenzy, syllables spinnin' like spin (whirl)

Opp keepers dizzy, Salah dancin' on 'em, win (dance)

Trophies stack tall, like VVD blockin' the bin (tower)

We the hardest, la, no cap, that's the hymn (hymn)

Chorus

We runnin' the pitch, la, boots on fleek (fleek)

Salah on the wing, buryin' keepers deep (deep, deep)

Van Dijk tower, opps can't breach (nah)

Kop singin' loud, YNWA, we the elite (elite)

Runnin' the pitch, la, boots on fleek (fleek)

Salah on the wing, buryin' keepers deep (deep)

Van Dijk tower, opps can't breach (gang)

Kop singin' loud, YNWA, we the elite (woo, YNWA!)

Verse

Drill the net, la, no offside trap (clean)

Darwin burstin' through, opps in a flap (panic)

Klopp fist pump, energy mad, we clap back (bang)

City money bags, but heart? We got that (soul)

Scouse warriors, from the docks to the Kop stand (red army)

Hard hats on, buildin' dynasties, grand plan (build)

Rival fans bait, get sent to the stands (off)

We own Merseyside, that's the hard land (ours)

Quick feet flick, nutmeg the divvy mid (nutmeg)

Headers hard, like headers in the bit (crack)

Penalty ice cold, slot it down the middle, quit (done)

Europa smash, Conference? We don't fiddle (nah)

Voice drop low, bass hit like a corner kick (thump)

Fast bars fly, trap beat ridin' sick (skrrt-skrrt)

LFC forever, opps forever sick