Lyrics DING DONG - OFB

DING DONG

M1OnTheBeat
Add a K to the O, get blammed
NatzGotTracks bitch
Listen up, yo
Sweet one’s telling they all rate my tunes
Then I brucked her back for the goons
And do balloons, get fried off fumes
SJ, he’ll be home soon
My family’s innocent, that’s true
Bando, I gotta know who’s who
And this West ting’s running her mouth
When I dick her down she calls me «boo»
Grip it, cock it, lean and pop it
Slap man bait with a pocket rocket
Boogie is tapped, he don’t have a conscience
Run off and split so the gang’s got options
B run North, you must be off it
Slap these shotguns, hide from coppers
I jump out tryna keep up conflicts
Straight white chap but you ain’t going doctors
I’m in the Nizz with one in the head
And if you run up get two in your head
Yo, all it takes is two in the ped
For me to pop up, blow two and you’re dead
This ding-dong ain’t got no revs
Hop off the moped, bare man do legs
I got beef with begs, shotty beats like skets
Tryna lift little man out his creps
Man done told you it’s the shotgun season
Grip it, squeeze it then repeat it
Eediat, see these gloves and they’re breezing
Catch up quick, ching him and leave him
This twelve guage went about two seasons
Hop Out Gang and I left him bleeding
Spot two man and they start receding
I got TM like Kel got Keenan
This .380 kicks off corn
That’s some small bells but you’ll still go missing
My whole squad’s on drilling, juice been spilling
I’m on a Nine pitch just chilling (In the Nine, in the Nine)
I dare a opp pop up, I’ll drill him
I’m a loose screw, everyday I’m sinning
Shawty wan' dig in, my hotline’s ringing
You know it’s money over women
Shh got shh, now girls don’t like us
Rise that wap, man slide and crash
Weren’t on your block when I came with the lighter
Circled for time, didn’t find no fags
Creeper’s chinger come longer than my arm
Swing that cheffs, get chopped in your hand
Fuck all the chingings and ride with waps
In the 10 o’clock news if the ting don’t jam
What you mean there’s no space in the ride?
Better squash man in or I’ll cancel the glide
On the fence, better pick your side
Cock it and jump out, won’t bang off ride
In the field, catch a man offside
No lie, back it out and rip off his Off-White
It’s on sight, on sight, don’t fight
Fifteen on hip, man’s swinging that tight
My aunty still telling me I’m bright
In the T house bagging up chocolate and white
This bad B on my line wan' pipe
Wan' pipe, I just give her to bro for the night
Never been in this shit for the stripes
I’m a loose cannon, hot headed, that’s right
SJ, my bro, my slime
Bro’s coming home soon, it’s a matter of time
Catch him, stab him
Do him and vanish
He slipped up, broski tried bun him
Caramel cutie, thick with a booty
Not really stubborn, she know she’s the baddest
I’m not just rapping, I’m really on badness
Two in a dots, double tap, bang it
Clap it, trip up, drop and get damaged
Even my baby knows I’m a savage
Rise and Tan him
Me and bro-bro in the back of ding-dong ganging
And that’s no capping
Free Kash, he got nicked for a cannon, he never was lacking
They run like faggots
Get caught, get hit, get chinged where your back is
I’m known as a savage
I was only fifteen when I slid with the handting