Deya - H1, Kojay

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