[Intro: Unknown T & KO]
M1OnTheBeat
MKThePlug
Brigades
More time it's a Niner ting
This shit's 'ments!
Homerton B
[Verse 1: Unknown T]
Summer time gets cold like winter (Ah)
And when gyal tek' wood from the back
She can feel this splinter (Dig it, dig it)
For this D, she can ride that digger (Ahh)
Bro tried to glide in an O-shaped dinger
Don't run if you see that chinger (Don't run)
'Cah I can hear Shegz in the back of my head
Like, "Bruck up this nigga"
Don't beef, you'll just run from this trigger
Hit the trap and slang up them baggies
Bandits look happy
Phone El Trappo, he way too trappy (Trappy)
Slap it in cabbies
Or make that dunga in alleys
In the studio smokin' on Cali'
What's this dusty ting you call Ammi'?
Fuck-off Sammy
Ride out to London Fields with a bally (Sweaty bitch)
[Verse 2: KO]
I'm still tryna do it in Fields with the mop (You know)
I'm still tryna do it like Shegz
Two flicks in my hand, let's see who bleeds (Let's bet)
Back 'dem blades
Put a dag in 'em, like the Heath (Ching, ching)
We come with shanks, they breeze
The bells for the waps gon' show man speed (Bow)
9 gang, we ain't squashin' beef, you're all involved
One way this ting gets solved (Bow)
That's exit holes
Cheffed or smoked, either, or, won't make it home (No way)
Last time shoot and I hit that post
Reckon I'll be better now like Malone (I know it)
Any time that we step, no phones
And if we under arrest then it's 'cause 9 zone
Can't run through here like a comb
[Verse 3: Unknown T]
OT blingin', man up and get that bread
The beef gets hot round here
Watch the rambo drop to my leg
'Cah I got beef with grown-ass men (All of them)
You can talk on Snap and provoke
One wrong move and you will get poked
Deadpool mask, make 'em run like Bolt
And this beef is real, it ain't a joke (Ah)
More time we don't stunt on tracks
Oh shit, what happened to Asco?
Oh shit, what happened to Latts?
We don't talk bro, go do the maths
I can see evolution on road
We used to be bros, now he's involved
He's on man but this one's timid
I'm still on both (And I'm still on both)
[Verse 4: KO & Unknown T]
I'm still on both, that's either
When this ting sneeze
You can get more than a flu or fever (Bow)
Catch this shot like a keeper (Bow)
Act wrong, you can feel this beater
Beg man try cut thru' the 9
Hold that ching to the neck
Make him scream like Bieber (Bieber, Bieber)
[Verse 5: KO]
Beg man try cut through the bits
Get your car smashed or jacked like–
Had to walk home with his bitch
We were on a slip that day, no shivs in the whip
I'm in the back behind tints, I'm baked (I'm bakin')
Parked up in an opp estate
Waitin' for a paigon to pass this way (Who's that?)
Grip last trip, now bro wants to test his aim
One blast this gauge (Bow)
I do it for the guys that's passed away
Them boys gotta feel my pain
Free all my mates and the opps that's caged (Free 'em)
Get a 'round broad day for the squad (You know)
Me, Wavey, Mazza and Datch
Man do it in fours like quads (That's four)
This mop ain't sneezin' snot (It ain't)
[Verse 6: Unknown T]
Let's go upsuh and provide that bulk
Fuck, the pack look thicker than oak
Gyal know me, I'm the man on road (True)
Good gyal but for me, she's a hoe
Good gyal but for me, she's a hoe (Ahh)
Flip the pack of the weed with the snow (Mhmm)
Hit a rack and I'm splittin' with bro
Then, back to the quid on the low
Look, ten-toe skiddin' in fours
Rambo swing, tryna ching with force
He got cheffed tryna child-lock doors (Cheffed)
Gang soon gon' turn man corpse
Swing them shanks but we swing them too
You know 'bout the 9er crew
Counter-attackin', of course we do
Pull up on–, like peek-a-boo (Gang)
[Verse 7: KO]
Step with mates, if bait, change plates
So the jakes don't find this car (Fuck jakes)
Slap this wap, tryna wreck his chest
Bath in pet' then I find my yard (Petty)
Yutes on half, we buck and they cut
All now they can't find no heart
Young G wan' make P so he's gone OT
I just helped him find his graft (Trap, trap)
And that girl dead, she got no breast
She's hittin' the gym tryna find her ass (That's dead)
K and I Trap, weed or crack
A-to-B, I'm tryna find my class
I take two pulls of this smoke
Give it to bro, that's puff-puff-pass (Bow, bow)
Roll up and bun (Bow)
Treat 'em like bud when the ting gets rassed (You know)
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