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Vocals
800 Hertz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Lena
Composer
Najee Nickle
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
800 Hertz
Producer
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Mixing Engineer
Sean The Engineer
Mastering Engineer
Sean D
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
800 Hertz
Rise up di ting and blaow, dead
Let's ding right round
Slap P's for a TEC
No watch but I'm able to bust that down
9 Gang circle around (Mm-hmm)
Rise up di ting and blaow, dead
We crash on peds
.44 in the back, let's ding right round
Slap P's for a TEC
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 meetin'
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 brukin' 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
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 (Yeah)
I'm speakin' facts, I don't chat shit on the trap, man live it (Mmm)
****, booted your mumsie's yard
All now, that son didn't chip in (Blaow)
All of my favourite pagans locked in the wok
Now I'm beefin' clowns and chickens
Back then I was young with the Smith &
So, I ain't gotta prove no points
Real gangsters don't need to talk 'bout drillin's
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 winnin'
Feds took both of the waps, that's a big expense
Now half of my team on the bench
It's sad cah 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 ment's
Opps get watered daily, dare man, circle around
And you're gonna get drenched, splash, wet up
Rise up di ting and blaow, dead
We crash on peds
.44 in the back, let's ding right round
Slap P's for a TEC
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 meetin'
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 brukin' 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
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 piercin's on the tip of her tongue, keep 'uckin' it down
Bad bitch keep toppin' it down (Slushies)
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
Rise up di ting and blaow, dead
We crash on peds
.44 in the back, let's ding right round
Slap P's for a TEC
No watch but I'm able to bust that down
No way, we don't do no square routes
9 Gang, circle around (Mmm)
On my block, there's a T meetin'
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 brukin' 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
I'm slappin' up fools and pressurin' clowns
Rise up di ting and blaow, dead
We crash on peds
.44 in the back, let's ding right round
Slap P's for a TEC
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 meetin'
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 brukin' it down
Just fuckin' about
800 Hertz
Written by: Daniel Lena, Najee Nickle