Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DING DONG, artist - OFB. Album song Frontstreet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rat Trap
Song language: English
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 |