On Deck [Remix]

Ayy, spin this coupe (skrrt-skrrt)
(RV)

Yo, I don't know nuttin' 'bout dark side (nuttin')
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
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

Have you really got guns? I dunno
Man dance wit' the pole
Where they at? I dunno
I just spun 'round twice wit' 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 youtes 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 the young boys, "Step back"
Take deep breaths dat, cah there ain't no talkin'
Gang's jiggy-jiggy on deck
When I step wit' 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

Ayy, spin this coupe (skrrt-skrrt), I just seen suttin' (grr)
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'
(Baow) 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' (sleepin')
When we pull up in the evenin'
Creepin' (grr, baow-baow)
Families grievin'

Big .15, man walk wit' it
Any opp boys gettin' targeted
My Bruce too loose and he ain't got screws
Big .22s, he's barkin' it, clartin' it
Creepin' on folks wit' the smoke, hope your bro don't call at him
Snitches, and bitches
Broadwater Farm, OFB, we don't harbor it
Tryna catch me an AM wit' this .410 (brow, brow)
Breeze in our 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 dough, from the get-go (yo)
Two fat teeth in the smoke like Ghetto (Bando)

Pretty machine, haffi beat it
Even if it's ugly, badman just squeeze it (baow)
Clean it, G-locks loud but the dot-dot's screamin' (scream)
Yo, Ramz put him up wit' no meaning
Him, Junebug, Izzpot tag-teamin' (splash bros)
Donny got smoked, still breathin'
Caught him offline tryna get 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 pops, jiggy-jiggy on deck
Jiggy-jiggy on deck, she has dumb ucks
She wan' come to the T, she don't go to the L
She wan' come to the O where the guns pop

I got my brownin' 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 (skrrt-skrrt), I just seen suttin' (grr)
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'
(Baow) 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' (sleepin')
When we pull up in the evenin'
Creepin' (grr, baow-baow)
Families grievin' (grr)

Every gyal wan' mad offa mi
Big bruckback, man bruck off her hip (bang, bang)
Mi juggy dem sick, mi rambo pon hip
They 'ready fi rip, thhrough your best drip
Jiggy-jiggy 'pon deck
No seh they hol' two flicky pon dem
Anywhere mi deh, big ziggy 'pon deck
Fuck gyal in them mouth, big hoody in her neck
We nuh mek talk, we nuh mek talk
Rewind the bloodclaut
Push-button start, let's hope the gas fast
Bill up a spliff and take a two blast
Them ah 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

(Yo)
If she come ugly like Betty
Then I can't bring her 'round in the world, how petty
Saw a fed on my block wit' netty
Crash straight back or swing this machete (ayy, wet 'em up)
Last glide bro turned to spaghetti
Balaclava but it came back sweaty (you know, you know)
Farm Block, I've always been ready
Gats on torso, keep your elbows steady (I knew it)
Or Diddy Bop like the linger (woi-oi)
Spilt 'nuff juice like Marinda (you know, you know)
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
And you know money haffi mek
Shit den fek
Baby, let's run up a check (you know, you know)

Ayy, spin this coupe (skrrt-skrrt), I just seen suttin' (grr)
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'
(Baow) 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' (sleepin')
When we pull up in the evenin'
Creepin' (grr, baow-baow)
Families grievin' (grr)