Lyrics Deya - H1, Kojay

Deya

And you know B13, that’s ends
See me and the donnies locked out in the Benz
Don’t know why these man always ask for collabs
Nah you’re not gang, nah we ain’t friends
Only do 20's but I don’t do 10's
Don’t know what these amateurs know about skengs
Might not be the biggest trap lord on the planet
But I still lay man out like my name was Jens
Doing this ting from backaday
Spraying bare bars like an aftershave
Master of the wave it’s a wrap when I spray
I could done off your bludclart gang in a day
Chat shit to H1, you will get tazed
Chat shit to me and you will get razed
It’s a calm ting, I’m a slave to the wave
With a bottle full of Henny and an L full of haze
And you know it’s LR on the beat
BRM, that’s the word on the street
If you ain’t heard, then you will feel
Check out the SoundCloud, you’ll feel the heat
Check out the SoundCloud, you hear the Gs
Check out the SoundCloud and you hear me
Spray a few bars, couple 16s
BRM, that’s my team
That’s my squad, that’s my fam
Nin’s got the fire greens in from Dam
Qam’s got the hash, there in a flash
Trust me, my whole team got it on smash
So boy, don’t chat, chat no gas
Otherwise you know I’ll be down them flats
Don’t care bout mash, ready to clap
All for your gas
BRM, that’s gang, them man there can’t take us
BRM, that’s gang, them man know we bake up
BRM, that’s gang, them man there ain’t major
BRM, that’s fam, that’s the mandem deya
Ting that I have so private
Manna don’t come with violence
Don’t do that if I have to
Chinese tings, yeah I banged two
Yeah, my creps ain’t too two-three
Manna get blade like Wolverine
Tell a bad bitch that’s soaking
H got a ting that’s growing
Now that he’s out, I’m glowing
She’s on her knees, she’s blowing
Attitude stink like the Cro ting
Family’s pissed cause I’m too out-going
Got a fling with a bitch that’s on-going
When I got dense in that I’m smoking
10/10 is what I’m smoking
10/10 is what I’m poking
Take two twos in my ting, she choke
Boy got locked in the can for the coke
Just want money man, I’m not greedy
Kick it with the bitch cause she’s so needy
Pay for your food, bitch, you’re so cheeky
Wanna be twisted, manna act creepy
Tell a bad bitch that she act neeky
I treat people the way they treat me
Said he’s got fire, but his thing leafy
H1 disappeared, that’s Houdini
Inna-out bits and I do that freely
Move like G, but I ain’t talking Stevie
Until feds come
They try lock me cause I be serving
They try cop me, copy my style
And I take that as mockery
Don’t copy H1, please don’t mock me
Squad shit
Kojay
BRM, that’s gang, them man there can’t take us
BRM, that’s gang, them man know we bake up
BRM, that’s gang, them man there ain’t major
BRM, that’s fam, that’s the mandem deya