Dmc 2.0

(M1OnTheBeat)

(Waps and sword like-waps and swords like Dante)

(Control the glide, commandante)

(Never trip when I buck it)

(And I'm way too sav', don't chance it)

(Ching up an old school darkie)

(Ching-ching up an old school darkie)

(Aye, Tweeko mixed this you know, it sounds cold)

(Ching up an old school darkie)

(Ching-ching up an old school darkie)

(Ching up an old school darkie)

(Ching up-ching up an old school darkie)

(Old-old-old school darkie)

(Ching-ching up an old school darkie)

(And I'm way too sav', don't chance it)

(Ching up an old school darkie)

(Aye, come here)

3-3-3 double 0 just skidding

Man just hop off the bike and ching him

Who-who's that-who's that victim? (Who?)

No way can you firm this chinging (No chance)

My-my-my opps are bitches, run in yards when broski's gripping (Aye, come here)

I'm sick of these fibs, man it's fucking ridiculous (Some dickheads)

On my life, it's fucking civilian, now you wanna put yourself in a predicament

But you cried, oh you beg, slap shot, hit man's head (Bow)

R-R-Run in yards for that bread

I'm a thief so I take what's there (All of dat)

A-A-All them plants, man nearly lost my head (Ugh)

But it's cool, I'm easy (I'm good)

It's a lesson learned, not a loss

Handsfree, I'm a boss (Handsfree)

But two hands when I grip that mop (Bow-bow-bow)

Lock off the party, I don't-I don't care 'bout the barbies (I don't)

B-B-Best hold your wig, pull up your pants and run with your chargie (Aye come here)

V9 too devilish, kick man's nan for backing her grandson (Boot her)

What you know 'bout getting man down and scribbing that, please, fucking neek (Some dickhead)

The fucking cheek, he tried ride, buss a youth with ease (Aye)

He went left, his boy went right (What?)

But you got splashed, what a guy

Waps and sword like-waps and swords like Dante

Control the glide, commandante (Control that)

Never trip when I buck it, and I'm way too sav', don't chance it (Don't do it)

Ch-ch-ching up an old school darkie

Red-red rum, I don't care 'bout the pass B (I don't)

Fucking cowards, high powered wap, leave man discarded (Bow)

W-Waps and sword like Dante, control the glide, commandante (Control that)

Never trip when I buck it

And I'm way too sav', don't chance it (Don't do it)

Ch-ching up an old school darkie, red-red rum

I don't care 'bout the pass B (I don't)

F-Fucking cowards, high powered wap, leave man discarded (Bow)

I can chat about mead all day long

Cah dem man ain't done no drillings (No drill)

Get out the booth and go do some chingings (Dickhead)

N-N-Name one guy on your block (One)

That's fucking with it

**** Got chinged on his block, fucking civillian (Some dickhead)

**** Lost all his teeth, rude-rudeboy can't smile for a picture (Smile)

**** Chinged and crashed that, and **** got chinged what an old man

The young boy got chinged tryna take flight

So I beg you try say that we don't ride (I dare you)

I'm sick of this shit, get round there, samurai on my hip (Ching, ching)

.32 spins in my pocket, s-six shots but I ain't no Scouser (Bow, bow)

I can see these youths like a scouter (I can)

Them man ain't bad, bunch of actors (Some dickheads)

Called all my youngings, dotty-dotty there, catch, don't buss (Don't buss)

You can end up dead like ****, tryna hold on to guts

**** Was shook when he bucked me (Some dickhead)

He didn't expect this don (No chance)

Sh-should've held his ching (Splash)

But blew him a serious one (Aye, come here)

**** Looked back when **** got caught

He weren't tryna back his darg (Darg)

Trapped off road, less man, they still done toes (How?)

Lil' shit tryna shoot his wap, turned round and kept it ghost (Some dickhead)

He turned round and kept it ghost

Waps and sword like-waps and swords like Dante

Control the glide, commandante (Control that)

Never trip when I buck it, and I'm way too sav', don't chance it (Don't do it)

Ch-ch-ching up an old school darkie

Red-red rum, I don't care 'bout the pass B (I don't)

Fucking cowards, high powered wap, leave man discarded (Bow)

W-waps and sword like Dante, control the glide, commandante (Control that)

Never trip when I buck it

And I'm way too sav', don't chance it (Don't do it)

Ch-ching up an old school darkie, red-red rum

I don't care 'bout the pass B (I don't)

F-Fucking cowards, high powered wap, leave man discarded (Bow)

(Ching up an old school darkie, ching up-ching up an old school darkie)

(Ching up an old school darkie, ching up-ching up-ching up an old school darkie)

(Old-old-old school darkie, ching-ching up an old school darkie)

(And I'm way too sav', don't chance it)

(Ching up an old school darkie)