9er Ting

Lyrics

[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)