9er Ting (feat. Unknown T)

M1 on the beat

MK the plug

Brigades

More time it's a 9er Ting

This shit's 'ments

Homerton B

Summertime gets cold like winter

And when gyal take wood from the back, she can feel this splinter

For this D, she can ride like Digga

Bro, tried to glide in an O-shaped dinger

Don't run if you see 'dat chinger

Cah I can hear shakes in the back of my head like bruck up this ****

Don't beef or just run from this trigger

In the trap and slang up them baggies, bandits look happy

Phone up L Trappo, he way too trappy

Slap in cabbies or make that Dunga in alleys

In the studio smoking on Cali, what's this dusty 'ting you call ammi?

Fuck-off Sammy, ride out to London Fields with a bally

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 them, like the Heath

We come with shanks, they breeze

The bells for the waps gon' show man speed

9-Gang we ain't squashing beef, you're all involved

One way this 'ting gets solved

That's exit holes, cheffed or smoked, either all won't make it home (No way)

Last time shooting 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're under arrest, then it's 'cause, 9 zone, can't run through hair like a comb

OT blinging, 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

More time we don't stunt on tracks

Oh, shit, what happened to Asc?

Oh, shit, what happened to Lattz?

We don't talk, bro, go to the maths

I can see evolution on road

We used to be bros, now he's involved

He's on man, but dis one's timid, I'm still on both

I'm still on both, that's either

When this 'ting sneeze, you can get more than a flu or fever

Catch this shot like a keeper

Act wrong, you can feel this beater

Beg man try cut through the Nine

Hold that ching to the neck, make him scream like Bieber

Beg man try cut through the bits

Get your car smashed or jacked like

Tried to walk home with his bitch

We were on slip that day, no shivs in the whip

I'm in the back behind tints, I'm baked (I'm baking)

Parked up in the opp estate, waiting for a paigon to pass this way

Grip last trip, now bro wants to test his aim

One blast this gauge

I do it for the guys that passed away

Dem boys gotta feel my pain

Free all my mates and the opps that's caged

Get a 'round broad day for the squad (You know)

Me, Wavey, Mazza and Dach, man, do it in 4's like quad (That's four)

This mop ain't sneezing snot (It ain'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

Good gyal, but for me, she's a hoe

Good gyal, but for me, she's a hoe

Flip the pack of the wheel with the snow

Hit a rack and I'm splitting with bro

Then back to the quid on the low

Look, ten-toe skidding in fours

Rambo swing tryna ching with force

He got cheffed tryna child-lock doors

Gang soon gon' turn man corpse

Swing them sharks but we swing them too

You know 'bout the Niner crew

Counter-attacking, of course we do

Pull up on, like peek-a-boo

Stop with mates, if bait, change plates, so the jakes don't find his car

Slap this wap, tryna wreck his chest, bath in pet then I find my yard

Yutes on half, you bruck and they cut, all now they can't find no heart

Young G want make peace, so he's gone OT

I just helped him find his graft

And that girl dead, she got no breasts

She's hitting the gym tryna find her ass

K and I Trap, weed or crack, A to B, I'm tryna find my class

I take two pulls and there's smoke, give it to bro, that's puff-puff-pass

Roll up and bun, straight in that bud when the 'ting gets rassed (You know)