9er Ting (Explicit)

M1OnTheBeat

MKThePlug

More time it's a Niner 'ting

This ****'s 'ments!

Homerton B

Summertime gets cold like winte

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

For this D she can ride like Digga

Bro, tried to glide in an O-shaped dinge

Don't run if you see 'dat chinge

Cah I can hear shakes in the back of my head

Like bruck up this *****

Don't beef or just run from this trigge

In the trap and slang up them baggies

Bandits look happy

Phone up L Trappo, he way too trappy

Slap it in cabbies or make that Dunga in alleys

In the studio smoking on Cali

What's this dusty 'ting you call ammi?

****-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 (bow!)

9-Gang we ain't squashing beef

You're all involved

One way this 'ting gets solved (bow!)

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 ****, what happened to Asc?

Oh ****, what happened to Lattz?

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 dis one's timid; I'm still on both

I'm still on both, that's eithe

When this 'ting sneeze you can get more than a flu or fever (bow!)

Catch this shot like a keepe

Act wrong, you can feel this beate

Beg man try cut thru the Nine

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

Beg–beg man try cut through the bits,

Get your car smashed or jacked like–

Tried to walk home with his *****

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 (bow!)

I do it for the guy's that's passed away

'Dem 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 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

****, 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 **** 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 shanks but we swing them too

You know 'bout the 9er crew

Counter-attacking, of course we do

Pull up on–, like peek-a-boo

Step with mates

If bait, change plates

So the jakes don't find this ca

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 wan' make P so he's gone OT

I just helped him find his graft

And that girl dead, she got no breast

She's hitting the gym tryna find her ass

K and I Trap; **** 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