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ko (homerton) - right now lyrics

[intro]
simpz, simpz

[verse 1: ko]
them man good with words, they keep shooting at gang with letters (gems)
9’s on pepper, any opp on the main road, side road gets pressured
me and v be the aggressors, man united like scholes and fletcher (you know)
dub and a b’s what i gave as a tester, they loving the taste and texture
it’s more than rap, homerton, 9, we some real hot steppers
approach with care if you spot them leathers
corn get beat or we back them wetters
still get a free ching when he’s finished his sentence
don’t get caught by me and my members
hang with the opps then your ties been severed
if you hang with the opps better stay in your spot cah things do fry
how many times did we grab them skengs and sammy’s and see who we could find? (how many?)
if man are screaming the ends, i’m taking offence if you don’t chip in or ride
i stick to the code, never bringing my phone anytime that i go on the glide (that’s never)
them man run when we pop doors (where you going?)
on an opp estate, it’s just me and my mates in a tinted whip, that’s chord
if you ain’t doing n-ggas with your bredrin, due to get smoked or bored
jack move, i took lemon in some beddin’, you coulda got broke or jaws (jaws)

[chorus: ko]
i’m feelin’ a lil piece hot right now (it’s bait)
still risk it if i see a opp right now and i’m kicking it if them cops fly down (i’m gone)
if i get a drop right now, anything we’re doing is getting stopped right now (that’s stopped)
i get to that block right now, back things tryna make a boy lie down (lie down)
i’m feelin’ a lil piece hot right now (that’s bait)
still risk it if i see a opp right now and i’m kicking it if them cops fly down (you know)
if i get a drop right now, anything we’re doing is getting stopped right now
i get to that block right now, back things tryna make a boy lie down (lie down)

[verse 2: v9]
how many times have they crumbled? back out rambo, come, let’s rumble (ayy, come here)
i don’t play no games, i’ll back out my ching then leave man shaved
or back out smoke and then leave man blazed
no bally, man do it bait-face, like run up on me, i’ll leave man on the mains
like whos that don? i swear i seen his face, he was in videos, so he held that blade (splash)
backshots left man in the maze (ouch)
and i ain’t like dem tramps, dem man get bagged for shooting blanks
then post on snap, what a bunch of tw-ts, half them man there idiots
how the f-ck are you original?
went guy from gang to gang
you f-cking hookers, them man not bad
they’re eating coochie and sucking on booty, f-ckin’ h-ll, the sh-ts all mad
and this bad b shook ’cause she knows she f-cks with the opps
i might jeet in her mouth or use her square for a job
then it’s back to flats with itchy
young boy said he wanna get chingy, i get round there and i leave that spilly (ching-ching-ching)
samurai white and gold, f-cking h-ll, i should name it brittany
opp block mans searching for hours, i see my cousin so man so just lowed him
but if i pull up and your chilling with them, you can hold 6 from this f-ck off skeng

[verse 3: mazza]
mazza
if anyone drop, ripping souls out tops like roots on crops (he’s p-ssed)
cameras get the same shot, me and the squad, running down clowns and victims (some gems)
n0body been shot, let me clear that up, no points for purposely missing
who’s on violence? who’s on drillings? bunch of cowards and f-cking victims
squirts in his face had my man dazed, now he don’t even know what he saw
same way trappo chased my man in his yard, some gem, dargs all smashing up doors
fields don’t chill in fields, i’m certain to get at these man to manage this war
man roll with chingers and samurai dippers but i love when p’s with the hammer like thor
who’s on who? talk with your chest done said it before
i’ve done it in a day, i’ve done it in the night, done it on toes, cars and bikes
been up on blocks for months chasing punks, only right that they ride to my side
took a break from the hype, them man are too lie, double s done did it from my side
brown and fiesty rude and bad, like, b-tch wanna give you pipe?
just tryna jeet then skeet like let me be, i ain’t tryna have no wife (no way)
still up in the street, just move discreet, don’t give me a shot on your life
don’t give me a shot i’m eager, come thru’ beating shots like your dealer (mazza)

- ko homerton lyrics

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