Deh Deh

[Intro]

800 Hertz

Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh

Let's ding right round

Slap P's for a tech

No watch but I'm able to bust that down

9 gang, circle around (Mm-hmm)

[Chorus]

Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh

We crash on peds

.44 in the back, let's ding right round

Slap P's for a tech

No watch but I'm able to bust that down

No way, we don't do no square routes

9 gang, circle around

On my block, there's a T meeting

Tell my young boy, "Circle around"

Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze

Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down

Don't flex and chill with the opps

Then think that everything criss like Brown

9 boys pop up with skengs, both sides

No trace and we're lurkin' your town

[Verse 1]

You don't know about stress on a ride

With a Samurai, holdin' my waist and fidget

And if we buck opps like bells in a skeng

Reverse it back and then wig it

I'm speakin' facts, I don't chat shit on the trap, man live it (Mm)

******, ******, booted your mumsie's yard

All now, that son didn't chippin' (Baow)

All of my favourite pagans locked in the wok

Now I'm beefin' clowns and chickens

Back then I was young with the Smith and—

So I ain't gotta prove no points

Real gangsters don't need to talk 'bout drillings

I made some cake to my name

This paper attracted a load of women

I'm a natural thug so the ladies love how I'm winning

Feds took both of the waps, that's a big expense

Now half of my team on the bench

It's sad 'cause the opp boys think they got booters

More time, they ain't been bent, listen, Free Chapo

We were in the bando plottin' things, it's ments

Opps get watered daily, dare man, circle around

And you're gonna get drenched, splash, wet up

[Chorus]

Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh

We crash on peds

.44 in the back, let's ding right round

Slap P's for a tech

No watch but I'm able to bust that down

No way, we don't do no square routes

9 gang, circle around

On my block, there's a T meeting

Tell my young boy, "Circle around"

Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze

Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down

Don't flex and chill with the opps

Then think that everything criss like Brown

9 boys pop up with skengs, both sides

No trace and we're lurkin' your town

[Verse 2]

I'm slappin' up fools and pressurin' clowns

If we buck into opps on a trip then I'm duckin' him down

Reverse, reverse in Lands, don't drive and circle around (Buss it)

Beat off the ting two times, windows rewind cah the corn too loud

This bitch got two piercings on the tip of her tongue, keep 'uckin' it down

Bad bitch keep toppin' it down (Sloshes)

Brooms and mops, random bops cah the beef is real

Pattern the drill then leave no trace

You don't wanna get locked in the Thame’ or ‘Ville

Reverse that redrum, make her leg numb, you can tek this drill

Chat shit with your veteran, we can test them if the pagans feel

Listen, look, break that grub, my Lyca too blingy

Trap and get giddy, 9 gang pop up and tek man's Lizzy

No draw outs on my block cah we're broadway busy (Lurkin')

Back them, used to grip a dirty .22's for the opps

Now the young boys burst that driggy

Young boy, go check The Met, I live what I rap 'bout, don't be silly

[Chorus]

Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh

We crash on peds

.44 in the back, let's ding right round

Slap P's for a tech

No watch but I'm able to bust that down

No way, we don't do no square routes

9 gang, circle around

On my block, there's a T meeting

Tell my young boy, "Circle around"

Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze

Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down

Don't flex and chill with the opps

Then think that everything criss like Brown

9 boys pop up with skengs, both sides

No trace and we're lurkin' your town

[Outro]

I'm slappin' up fools and pressurin' clowns

Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh

We crash on peds

.44 in the back, let's ding right round

Slap P's for a tech

No watch but I'm able to bust that down

No way, we don't do no square routes

9 gang, circle around

On my block, there's a T meeting

Tell my young boy, "Circle around"

Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze

Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down

Just fuckin' about, haha

(800 Hertz)