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Abra Cadabra Lyrics


Sure, sure, sure, you know aB in the building
7 shit, O Way or no way
Get right, get left or get stretched
Free the drillers ten times, you know

Add a K to the O, get blam (baow, gang)

How you spin this coupe? (skrrt-skrrt)
I just seen somethin' (grr)
Shoulda never been in vids, then I wouldn't have seen you
It wouldn't be nothin' (it wouldn't be nothin), brrt
I wan' squeeze somethin' (baow)
Bad man don't squeeze for nothin' (nah)
Bad man don't bang this machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (liar)
None of them pussies are riders (none of them)
All of them tired, sleepin' (sleepin')
When we pull up in the evenin', creepin' (grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'
Mind out when you see the four-palm on my hip?
Like Goose said, yeah, I dance with the stick
Man's dancin' with it
Any violation straight (bap, bap) 'cause he's asking for it
You just turned bad now, you're an eediot
All of us drillers, you best believe that
Tek away your gyal 'cause she the baddest
You don't need that (you don't need that)
A me dat, haha (grr), look (bap, bap)

I got my browning in South
But she give me stress so I might fly west
She my west ting now, she don't give me stress
She gon' make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don't ever slip, got my blicky on kweff (bap)
I got my brownin' in South
But she give me stress so I might fly west
She my west ting now, she don't give me stress
She gon' make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don't ever slip, got my blicky on kweff

Nah, I ain't never send dick pics
You can come get this dick in person
D down the puss-puss swell 'til it's hurtin'
She gonna defo leave her man, that's certain
Baby, show me what you can do, if you split on the dick, it's curtains
Or can you sit on it and spin like the spinner on my block, baby keep turnin'
If we touch your watch, who you gon' get dead? (No one)
Shut up your mouth you gem (pussy)
Like, five of them boy been cheffed and all now, nothin' round 'ere been dead
So when you ask for the .9, I dunno, I dunno
Do they really want war? I dunno, I dunno
Have they really got guns? I dunno, I dunno
Are they really doin' slaps? I dunno
I got drills from the .22, bun up the .9
'Cause the tings from the .9 aren't really my type
No cap, I never lie (nah), I might try
One day but for now, I'm fine
Or if you send me a DM and make me think otherwise
I might slide on you, baby, just try (just try)
If you see me on the roads, say, "Hi" (say, "Hi")
Don't be shy, haha, ah chale
My jigga bang eighteen, but the .22 mean with it (mean with it)
Batty so big I gotta lean wit' it (haha, you know, gang)
Like the hand ting, man lean wit' it
Stay G wit' it (grr, bap, bap)

I got my browning in South
But she give me stress so I might fly west
She my west ting now, she don't give me stress
She gon' make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don't ever slip, got my blicky on kweff (bap)
I got my browning in South
But she give me stress so I might fly west
She my west ting now, she don't give me stress
She gon' make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don't ever slip, got my blicky on kweff (bap)

Lyrics © SENTRIC MUSIC
Written by: Abdul Nasir Nelson, Rickson Behouden, Tushar Arnav Sandesh Joerawan

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vlad

[Intro: Abra Cadabra]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 1: RV]
(RV)
Yo, I don't know nuttin' 'bout dark side (Nothing)
Everyting lit round our side (Lit)
Before gang got a spot in the charts
I had dark and light, got split like Apartheid (No cap)
Man know what I did in my past life (They know)
I wan' do up the twos, got too much to lose
I'm pissed that I can't glide (Pissed)
Nuttin' but love for my Farm guys (OFB)
Dingers and heat
Anything the drillers dem need, man fund it (True)
Tion ain't done shit in the field
Just wanna talk online like a pundit
You got chased, friends got chinged
All 'cause the gang got boared and hunted (Haha)
Shh got shot in his face, I was on the wing
Put him in a raw and bunned him

[Verse 2: Kush]
Have you really got guns? I dunno
Man dance with the pole
Where they at? I dunno
I just spun 'round twice with bro
Got a laser beam, tryna take his soul
I got 'nuff love for my juggers cah they're active
Circle around tryna put him in a fat spliff
O way or no way, it's all tactics
Internet yutes all hype but they catfish (Gang, gang)
Bro spin that coupe, who's that?
Bro spin that, he's movin' like Christopher Walkin' (Movin')
I just tell a young boy "Step back"
Take deep breaths akh cah there ain't no talkin'
Gang jiggy jiggy on deck
When I step with the gang
Ain't none of my goons scared to rise and tan
Jiggy jiggy on deck when I'm doin' up trap
Still jump out gang on two two man

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just seen somethin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you
It wouldn’t be nothin' (It wouldn't be nothin')
Grr, I wan' squeeze somethin' (Baow)'
Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin' (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin' (Ahh)
Creepin' (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'

[Verse 3: Double Lz]
Big 15, man walk with it
Any opps boys gettin' targeted
My Bruce too loose and he ain't got screws
Bait 22's, he's barkin' it, clartin' it
Creepin' on volks with the smoke
Hope your bro don't call at him
Snitches and bitches
Broadwater Farm, OFB, we don't harbour it
Tryna catch me an AM with this 410 (Baow, baow)
Who's in our car? No BT and Rendo
Alakazam when the caliber bangs
Chillin' on the L's like death row (Dead, dead)
Pull up on dem and let go
Five seconds gone, you can still hear the echo (Blaow)
We get though, from the get-go (Yo)
Two fat teeth in the smoke like Ghetto

[Verse 4: Bandokay]
(Bando)
Pretty machine, haffi beat it
Even if it's ugly, badman just squeeze it (Baow)
Clean it, G lock's loud but the dot-dot's screamin' (Screamin')
Yo, Ramz boared him up with no meaning
Him, Junebug, Izzpot tag-teamin' (Splash spot)
Donny got smoked, still breathin'
Caught him offline tryna gut out his feelings (Ayy)
And if it weren't done by Young Farm
Probably Chat Nets, cuzzy or Bumper, yo
Best run when you hear these gunshots
Spin this coupe and I bet all the fun stops (Spin it, spin it)
When a gun cocks, jiggy jiggy on deck
Jiggy jiggy on deck, yeah, she a stunt ucks (Baow, baow)
She wan' come to the T, she don't go to the L
She wan' come to the O where the guns pop

[Bridge: Abra Cadabra]
I got my browning in South
But she give me stress so I might fly West
She my West ting, nah, she don't give me stress
She can make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don't ever slip, got my blicky on kweff

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just seen somethin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you
It wouldn’t be nothin' (It wouldn't be nothin')
Grr, I wan' squeeze somethin' (Baow)'
Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin' (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin' (Ahh)
Creepin' (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'

[Verse 5: Lowkey]
Every gyal wan' mad up fuh mi
Big bruck back, man bruck off fuh he (Bang, bang)
Mi juggy dem sick, mi rambo pon hip
Dey ready fi rip, thru yuh best drip
Jiggy jiggy 'pon deck
Nuh seh dey hol' two flicky pon dem
Anywhere mi there, big ziggy 'pon deck
Fuck gyal in dem mouth, big wood inna her nek
Wi nuh mek talk, wi nuh mek talk
Rewind di bloodclaat
Push button start, press on the gas fast
Bill up a spliff and tek a two blast
Dem man inna my lane, they better move fast
Ah, who a dem, who a dem?
Reaper, dead dead, wi load di yeng yeng
Try tek man fi fool, I must've fool dem
Man rinse off di clip until di clip end

[Verse 6: Dezzie]
Yo, if she come ugly like Betty
I can't bring her 'round, don't care how petty
Saw the fed on my block with netty
Crash straight back or swing this machete (Ayy, wet him up)
Last glide bro turned him spaghetti
Balaclava, but it came back sweaty (You know, you know)
Farm life, I've always been ready
Get yourself touched, keep your elbows steady (Ayy)
Diddy Bop or Nuh Linga (Woi oi)
Spilt 'nuff juice like Mirinda (You know, you know)
I've got faith in my lead, trigger finger
Bun man's throat like he just ate ginger (Whoosh)
Jiggy jiggy on deck, gyal give neck
OFB surely got a TEC (Woi oi)
You know man haffi mek
Shit den, fek
Baby, let's run up a check (You know, you know)

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just seen somethin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you
It wouldn’t be nothin' (It wouldn't be nothin')
Grr, I wan' squeeze somethin' (Baow)'
Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin' (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin' (Ahh)
Creepin' (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'

[Outro]
(Rxckson)
(That's RA$H)



Kutlwano Mokgele

[Verse 1: RV]
(RV)
Yo, I don't know nuttin' 'bout dark side (Nothing)
Everyting lit round our side (Lit)
Before gang got a spot in the charts
I had dark and light, got split like Apartheid (No cap)
Man know what I did in my past life (They know)
I wan' do up the twos, got too much to lose
I'm pissed that I can't glide (Pissed)
Nuttin' but love for my Farm guys (OFB)
Dingers and heat
Anything the drillers dem need, man fund it (True)
Tion ain't done shit in the field
Just wanna talk online like a pundit
You got chased, friends got chinged
All 'cause the gang got boared and hunted (Haha)
Shh got shot in his face, I was on the wing
Put him in a raw and bunned him

[Verse 2: Kush]
Have you really got guns? I dunno
Man dance with the pole
Where they at? I dunno
I just spun 'round twice with bro
Got a laser beam, tryna take his soul
I got 'nuff love for my juggers cah they're active
Circle around tryna put him in a fat spliff
O way or no way, it's all tactics
Internet yutes all hype but they catfish (Gang, gang)
Bro spin that coupe, who's that?
Bro spin that, he's movin' like Christopher Walkin' (Movin')
I just tell a young boy "Step back"
Take deep breaths akh cah there ain't no talkin'
Gang jiggy jiggy on deck
When I step with the gang
Ain't none of my goons scared to rise and tan
Jiggy jiggy on deck when I'm doin' up trap
Still jump out gang on two two man

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just seen somethin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you
It wouldn’t be nothin' (It wouldn't be nothin')
Grr, I wan' squeeze somethin' (Baow)'
Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin' (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin' (Ahh)
Creepin' (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'

[Verse 3: Double Lz]
Big 15, man walk with it
Any opps boys gettin' targeted
My Bruce too loose and he ain't got screws
Bait 22's, he's barkin' it, clartin' it
Creepin' on volks with the smoke
Hope your bro don't call at him
Snitches and bitches
Broadwater Farm, OFB, we don't harbour it
Tryna catch me an AM with this 410 (Baow, baow)
Who's in our car? No BT and Rendo
Alakazam when the caliber bangs
Chillin' on the L's like death row (Dead, dead)
Pull up on dem and let go
Five seconds gone, you can still hear the echo (Blaow)
We get though, from the get-go (Yo)
Two fat teeth in the smoke like Ghetto

[Verse 4: Bandokay]
(Bando)
Pretty machine, haffi beat it
Even if it's ugly, badman just squeeze it (Baow)
Clean it, G lock's loud but the dot-dot's screamin' (Screamin')
Yo, Ramz boared him up with no meaning
Him, Junebug, Izzpot tag-teamin' (Splash spot)
Donny got smoked, still breathin'
Caught him offline tryna gut out his feelings (Ayy)
And if it weren't done by Young Farm
Probably Chat Nets, cuzzy or Bumper, yo
Best run when you hear these gunshots
Spin this coupe and I bet all the fun stops (Spin it, spin it)
When a gun cocks, jiggy jiggy on deck
Jiggy jiggy on deck, yeah, she a stunt ucks (Baow, baow)
She wan' come to the T, she don't go to the L
She wan' come to the O where the guns pop

[Bridge: Abra Cadabra]
I got my browning in South
But she give me stress so I might fly West
She my West ting, nah, she don't give me stress
She can make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don't ever slip, got my blicky on kweff

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just seen somethin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you
It wouldn’t be nothin' (It wouldn't be nothin')
Grr, I wan' squeeze somethin' (Baow)'
Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin' (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin' (Ahh)
Creepin' (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'

[Verse 5: Lowkey]
Every gyal wan' mad up fuh mi
Big bruck back, man bruck off fuh he (Bang, bang)
Mi juggy dem sick, mi rambo pon hip
Dey ready fi rip, thru yuh best drip
Jiggy jiggy 'pon deck
Nuh seh dey hol' two flicky pon dem
Anywhere mi there, big ziggy 'pon deck
Fuck gyal in dem mouth, big wood inna her nek



manny

Yo, I don't know nuttin' 'bout dark side (Nuttin')
Everyting lit round our side
Before gang got a spot in the charts
I had dark and light, got split like Apartheid
Man know what I did in my past life (They know)
I wan' do up the twos, got too much to lose
I'm pissed that I can't glide (Pissed)
Nuttin' but love for my Farm guys (OFB)
Dingers and heat
Anything the drillers dem need man fund it
Tion ain't done shit in the field
Just wanna talk online like a pundit
You got chased, friends got chinged
All 'cause the gang got bored and hunted (Haha)
Shh got shot in the face, I was on the wing
Put him in a raw and bunned him

[Kush:]
Have you really got guns? I dunno
Man dance with the pole
Where they at? I dunno
I just spun 'round twice with bro
Got a laser beam tryna take his soul
I got 'nuff love for my jiggas cah they active
Circle around tryna put him in a fat spliff
O way or no way, it's all tactics
Internet youts all hype, but they're catfish (Gang, gang)
Bro spin that coupe, who's that?
Bro spin that, he's movin' like Christopher Walkin' (Movin')
I done tell the young boys "step back"
Take deep breaths dat cah there ain't no talkin'
Gang's jiggy-jiggy on deck
When I step with the gang
Ain't none of my goons scared to rise and tan
Jiggy-jiggy on deck when I'm doin' up trap
Still jump out gang on 22 man

[Abra Cadabra:]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrr skrr), I just seen suttin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn't seen you, and it wouldn't be nuttin' (Wouldn't be nuttin')
(Grr) I wan' squeeze suttin'
Bad man don't squeeze for nuttin' (Nah)
Bad man don't brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleepin' (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin'
Creepin' (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'

[Double Lz:]
Big 15, man walk with it
Any opps boys gettin' targeted
My bruce too loose and he ain't got screws
Big 22s, he's barkin' it, clartin' it
Creepin' on folks with the smoke on your bro, don't call at him
Snitches, and bitches
Broadwater Farm, OFB, we don't harbour it
Tryna catch me an AM with this 410 (Brow, brow)
Who's in the car, no BT and Rendo
Alacazam when the caliber bangs
Chillin' on the Ls like death row (Dead)
Pull up on dem and let go
Five seconds gone, you can still hear the echo (Blaow)
We get though, from the get-go
Two fat teeth in the smoke like Ghetto

[Bandokay:]
(Bando)
Pretty machine, haffi beat it
Even if it's ugly, badman just squeeze it (Bow)
Clean it, G lot's loud but the dot-dot's screamin' (Scream)
Yo, ramz bored him up with no meaning
Him, Junebug, Izzpot tag-teamin' (Splash)
Donny got smoked, still breathin'
Caught him offline tryna get out his feelings (Ay)
And if it weren't done by Young Farm
Probably Chat Nets, cuzzy or Bumper, yo
Best run when you hear these gunshots
Spin this coupe and I bet all the fun stops (Spin it, spin it)
When a gun pops, jiggy-jiggy on deck
Jiggy-jiggy on deck, she a stunt ucks
She want come to the T, she don't go to the L
She wan' come to the O where the guns pop

[Abra Cadabra:]
I got my browning in South
But she give me stress so I might fly West
She my West ting gyal, she don't give me stress
She can make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don't ever slip, got my blicky on kweff

Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrr skrr), I just seen suttin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn't seen you, and it wouldn't be nuttin' (It wouldn't be nuttin')
(Grr) I wan' squeeze suttin'
Bad man don't squeeze for nuttin' (Nah)
Bad man don't brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleepin' (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin'
Creepin' (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'

[Lowkey:]
Every gyal wan' mad up fuh mi
Big bruckback, man bruck off fuh he (Bang, bang)
Mi juggy dem sick, mi rambo pon hip
They 'ready fi rip, thru your best drip
Jiggy-jiggy 'pon deck
No seh they hol' two flicky pon dem
Anywhere we step, big ziggy 'pon deck
Fuck gyal in them mouth, big wood in her neck
We nuh mek talk, we nuh mek talk
Rewind the bloodclart
Push-button start, let's hope that you're fast
Bill up a spliff n take a two blast
Them man inna my lane, dey better move fast
Ah, who a dem, who a dem?
Reaper ded ded, we load di yeng-yeng
Try tek man fi fool, I must've fool dem
Man rinse off the clip until the clip end

[Dezzie:]
(Yo!)
If she come ugly like Betty
I can't be in the room in the world, how petty
Saw a fed on my block with netty
Crash straight back or swing this machete
Last glide bro turned to spaghetti
Balaclava but it came back sweaty (You know, you know)
Farm Block, I've always been ready
Get yourself touched, keep your elbows steady
Or Diddy Bop like the linger (Woioi)
Spilt 'nuff juice like Marinda
I've got feds on my left, trigger finger
Bun man's throat like he just had ginger (Whoosh)
Jiggy-jiggy on deck, gyal give neck
OFB surely got tek
[?] haffi mek
Shit den [?], baby let's run up a check (You know, you know)

[Abra Cadabra:]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrr skrr), I just seen suttin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn't seen you, and it wouldn't be nuttin' (It wouldn't be nuttin')
(Grr) I wan' squeeze suttin'
Bad man don't squeeze for nuttin' (Nah)
Bad man don't brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleepin' (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin'
Creepin' (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'



Hussein Aljumaili

Lyrics:
[Intro: Abra Cadabra]
Ay, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 1: RV]
RV
Yo, I don't know nuttin' 'bout darkside
Everyt'ing lit round our side
Before gang got a spot in the chance
I had dark and light, got split like Apartheid
Man know what I did in my past life
I wan' do up the twos, got too much to lose
I'm pissed that I can't glide
Nuttin' but love for my Farm guys
Dingers and heat
Anything the drillers dem need man fund it
Tion ain't done shit in the field
Just wanna talk online like a pundit
You got chased, friends got chinged
All 'cause the gang got bored and hunted
Shh got shot in the face, I was on the wing
Put him in a roll and bun him

[Verse 2: Kush]
Have you really got guns? I dunno
Man dance with the pole
Where they at? I dunno
I just spun 'round twice with bro
Got a laser beam tryna take his soul
I got nuff love for my jiggas cah they active
Circle around tryna put him in a fat spliff
O way or no way, it's all tactics
Internet youts all hype, but they're catfish
Bro spin that coupe, who's that?
Bro spin that, he's moving like Christopher Walken
I done tell the young boys "step back"
Take deep breaths dat cah there ain't no talkin'
Gang's jiggy-jiggy on deck
When I step with the gang, ain't none of my goons scared rise and tan
Jiggy-jiggy on deck
When I'm doin' up trap, still jump out gang on 22 man


[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrr skrr), I just seen somethin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you, and it wouldn’t be nothin'
(Grr) I wan' squeeze somethin'
Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin' (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evening
Creeping (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grieving

[Verse 3: Double Lz]
Big 15, man walk with it
Any opps boys getting targeted
My bruce too loose and he ain't got screws
Big 22s, he's barkin' it, clartin' it
Creepin' on folks with the smoke on your bro, don't call at him
Snitches, and bitches
Broadwater Farm, OFB, we don't harbour it
Tryna catch me an AM with this 410
Who's in the car, no BT and Rendo
Alacazam when the caliber bangs
Chillin' on the Ls like death row
Pull up on dem and let go
Five seconds gone, you can still hear the echo
We get though, from the get-go
Two fat teeth in the smoke like Geko

[Verse 4: Bandokay]
(Bando)
Pretty machine, haffi beat it
Even if it's ugly, badman just squeeze it
Clean it, G lot's loud but the dot-dot's screamin'
Yo, ramz bored him up with no meaning
Him, Junebug, Izzpot tag-teamin'
Donny got smoked, still breathin'
Caught him offline tryna get out his feelings
And if it weren't done by Young Farm
Probably [?], cuzzy or Bumper, yo
Best run when you hear these gunshots
Spin this coupe and I bet all the fun stops
When a gun pops, jiggy-jiggy on deck
Jiggy-jiggy on deck, she a stunt ucks
She want come to the T, she don't go to the L
She wan' come to the O where the guns pop

[Bridge: Abra Cadabra]
I got my browning in South
But she give me stress so I might fly West
She my West ting gyal, she don't give me stress
She can make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don't ever slip, got my blicky on kweff

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrr skrr), I just seen somethin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you, and it wouldn’t be nothin'
(Grr) I wan' squeeze somethin'
Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin' (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evening
Creeping (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grieving

[Verse 5: Lowkey]
Every gyal wan' mad up fuh mi
Big bruckback, man bruck off fuh he
[?], we run 'pon him
They 'ready feel rich, show your best drip
Jiggy-jiggy 'pon deck
No say they will talk, flicky-flicky on dem
[?] when we left, big ziggy 'pon deck
Fuck gyal in the mouth, Bbe good in her neck
We no mek talk, We no mek talk
We find the bloodclart
Push-button start, let's hope that you're fast
Bill up my spliff and take a tall blunt
[?]
Try tek man for fool, I'ma spliff all them
An rinse out the clip until the clip end

[Verse 6: Dezzie]
If she come ugly like Betty
I can't be in the [?], how petty
Saw a fed on my block with netty
Crash straight back or swing is machete
Last glide bro turned to spaghetti
[?] but it came back sweaty
Farm Block, I've always been ready
Get [?], keep your elbows steady
Or Diddy Bop like the [?]
Spilt 'nuff juice like Marinda
I've got feds on my left, trigger finger
Bun man's throat like he just had ginger
Jiggy-jiggy on deck, gyal give neck
OFB surely got tek
[?]
Shit den [?], baby let's run up a check

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrr skrr), I just seen somethin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you, and it wouldn’t be nothin'
(Grr) I wan' squeeze somethin'
Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin' (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evening
Creeping (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grieving



Leonis .A

[Intro: Abra Cadabra]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 1: RV]
(RV)
Yo, I don't know nuttin' 'bout dark side (Nothing)
Everyting lit round our side (Lit)
Before gang got a spot in the charts
I had dark and light, got split like Apartheid (No cap)
Man know what I did in my past life (They know)
I wan' do up the twos, got too much to lose
I'm pissed that I can't glide (Pissed)
Nuttin' but love for my Farm guys (OFB)
Dingers and heat
Anything the drillers dem need, man fund it (True)
Tion ain't done shit in the field
Just wanna talk online like a pundit
You got chased, friends got chinged
All 'cause the gang got boared and hunted (Haha)
Shh got shot in his face, I was on the wing
Put him in a raw and bunned him

[Verse 2: Kush]
Have you really got guns? I dunno
Man dance with the pole
Where they at? I dunno
I just spun 'round twice with bro
Got a laser beam, tryna take his soul
I got 'nuff love for my juggers cah they're active
Circle around tryna put him in a fat spliff
O way or no way, it's all tactics
Internet yutes all hype but they catfish (Gang, gang)
Bro spin that coupe, who's that?
Bro spin that, he's movin' like Christopher Walkin' (Movin')
I just tell a young boy "Step back"
Take deep breaths akh cah there ain't no talkin'
Gang jiggy jiggy on deck
When I step with the gang
Ain't none of my goons scared to rise and tan
Jiggy jiggy on deck when I'm doin' up trap
Still jump out gang on two two man

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just seen somethin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you
It wouldn’t be nothin' (It wouldn't be nothin')
Grr, I wan' squeeze somethin' (Baow)'
Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin' (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin' (Ahh)
Creepin' (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'

[Verse 3: Double Lz]
Big 15, man walk with it
Any opps boys gettin' targeted
My Bruce too loose and he ain't got screws
Bait 22's, he's barkin' it, clartin' it
Creepin' on volks with the smoke
Hope your bro don't call at him
Snitches and bitches
Broadwater Farm, OFB, we don't harbour it
Tryna catch me an AM with this 410 (Baow, baow)
Who's in our car? No BT and Rendo
Alakazam when the caliber bangs
Chillin' on the L's like death row (Dead, dead)
Pull up on dem and let go
Five seconds gone, you can still hear the echo (Blaow)
We get though, from the get-go (Yo)
Two fat teeth in the smoke like Ghetto

[Verse 4: Bandokay]
(Bando)
Pretty machine, haffi beat it
Even if it's ugly, badman just squeeze it (Baow)
Clean it, G lock's loud but the dot-dot's screamin' (Screamin')
Yo, Ramz boared him up with no meaning
Him, Junebug, Izzpot tag-teamin' (Splash spot)
Donny got smoked, still breathin'
Caught him offline tryna gut out his feelings (Ayy)
And if it weren't done by Young Farm
Probably Chat Nets, cuzzy or Bumper, yo
Best run when you hear these gunshots
Spin this coupe and I bet all the fun stops (Spin it, spin it)
When a gun cocks, jiggy jiggy on deck
Jiggy jiggy on deck, yeah, she a stunt ucks (Baow, baow)
She wan' come to the T, she don't go to the L
She wan' come to the O where the guns pop

[Bridge: Abra Cadabra]
I got my browning in South
But she give me stress so I might fly West
She my West ting, nah, she don't give me stress
She can make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don't ever slip, got my blicky on kweff

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just seen somethin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you
It wouldn’t be nothin' (It wouldn't be nothin')
Grr, I wan' squeeze somethin' (Baow)'
Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin' (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin' (Ahh)
Creepin' (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'



Old TOKHYO

Sure, sure, sure, you know aB in the building
7 shit, O Way or no way
Get right, get left or get stretched
Free the drillers ten times, you know

Add a K to the O, get blam (baow, gang)

How you spin this coupe? (skrrt-skrrt)
I just seen somethin' (grr)
Shoulda never been in vids, then I wouldn't have seen you
It wouldn't be nothin' (it wouldn't be nothin), brrt
I wan' squeeze somethin' (baow)
Bad man don't squeeze for nothin' (nah)
Bad man don't bang this machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (liar)
None of them pussies are riders (none of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (sleeping)
When we pull up in the evening, creeping (grr, baow, baow)
Families grieving
Mind out when you see the four-palm on my hip?
Like Goose said, yeah, I dance with the stick
Man's dancing with it
Any violation straight (bap, bap) 'cause he's asking for it
You just turned bad now, you're an eediot
All of us drillers, you best believe that
Tek away your gyal 'cause she the baddest
You don't need that (you don't need that)
A me dat, haha (grr), look (bap, bap)

I got my browning in South
But she give me stress so I might fly west
She my west ting now, she don't give me stress
She gon' make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don't ever slip, got my blicky on kweff (bap)
I got my browning in South
But she give me stress so I might fly west
She my west ting now, she don't give me stress
She gon' make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don't ever slip, got my blicky on kweff

Nah, I ain't never send dick pics
You can come get this dick in person
D down the puss-puss swell 'til it's hurtin'
She gonna defo leave her man, that's certain
Baby, show me what you can do, if you split on the dick, it's curtains
Or can you sit on it and spin like the spinner on my block, baby keep turning
If we touch your watch, who you gon' get dead? (No one)
Shut up your mouth you gem (pussy)
Like, five of them boy been cheffed and all now, nothin' round 'ere been dead
So when you ask for the .9, I dunno, I dunno
Do they really want war? I dunno, I dunno
Have they really got guns? I dunno, I dunno
Are they really doin' slaps? I dunno
I got drills from the .22, bun up the .9
'Cause the tings from the .9 aren't really my type
No cap, I never lie (nah), I might try
One day but for now, I'm fine
Or if you send me a DM and make me think otherwise
I might slide on you, baby, just try (just try)
If you see me on the roads, say "Hi" (say "Hi")
Don't be shy, haha, ah chale
My jigga bang eighteen, but the .22 mean with it (mean with it)
Batty so big I gotta lean wit' it (haha, you know, gang)
Like the hand ting, man lean wit' it
Stay G wit' it (grr, bap, bap)

I got my browning in South
But she give me stress so I might fly west
She my west ting now, she don't give me stress
She gon' make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don't ever slip, got my blicky on kweff (bap)
I got my browning in South
But she give me stress so I might fly west
She my west ting now, she don't give me stress
She gon' make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don't ever slip, got my blicky on kweff (bap)



All comments from YouTube:

Lorcan Rodgers

Kush's voice and flow is ludicrous I need more tunes from him styll

Thanos

@BernieT 12 cap Lz was the best

Thanos

Which one is kush

Norman Jackson

When your shottin but a doing a PHD 🤣

Paul Allan

Was funny kush lacking from e1 and tion🚘 in traffic

Naomi Mitei

@Lebron James app ppl ppppppp

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bubba jones

UK driller artist put American rappers to shame. Massive respect.

SJ

@David the bar is higher in the UK. Not even hating on US cos we need to see more collaborations

Wacthing Ya

nah this type of rap is bangers its far from high skilled lyrical writting lol you mad man 🤣

Susan Allababidi

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