[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)