"RING 2.0" lyrics
Had my life on the line when a man flinged bine
So I picked up mine and made it sky
Had shotgun shells and Luger nines
Wallahi adheem, they die
Wait, put your hands on a metal
If you're rolling with a kettle
Cah most man switch and sting like nettles
Four-four long make you spin like pedals
Bitch, we need a crown and a medal
We need a crown and a medal
When the beef got turnt, we showed them levels
(Yo)
I sat in the wok, ate tuna out da kettle
I sat in bando and learnt how to pebble
Old-school days, I used to ride with the metal
I nearly got gripped by PC Cheryl
Whole leap of man been burnt by the Breville
I bet they warnt sing to the devil
Wait, it goes ring-da-da-ding
(Ding)
Not the BB pin
Bro slapped one out the baby
I had a bruck-back, bang-bang
Like the old-school Rimzee
Three man got clipped in the space of a—
I ain't got to talk on things
(Yo)
Have you ever seen a man try run, get clipped?
Four-four long make your head back split
(And again and again)
It goes ring-da-da-ding
(Ding)
Not the BB pin
Bro slapped one out the baby
I had a bruck-back, bang-bang
Like the old-school Rimzee
Three man got clipped in the space of a—
I ain't got to talk on things
(Yo)
Have you ever seen a man try run, get clipped?
Four-four long make your head back split
(And again and again)
I ain't into males, fell in love with girls
Can't hide in the park like Rohan Adil
If I say she's mine, then I give her the world
This the sound when I'm fucking your girl
(Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)
Go clinic if her pum-pum smells
(Grrrrrrr)
This the sound, these brand-new bells
Fuck probation, they want me in hell
I'm with bro like Kenan 'n' Kel
In jail, didn't get no mail
Buh when I came out, had a hundred of girls
(Yo)
Pretty little thing when I make her twirl
I like the colour of her nails
Phone up the plug from overseas like
"Yo, I need some shells"
Wait, it goes ring-da-da-ding
(Ding)
Not the BB pin
Bro slapped one out the baby
I had a bruck-back, bang-bang
Like the old-school Rimzee
Three man got clipped in the space of a—
I ain't got to talk on things
(Yo)
Have you ever seen a man try run, get clipped?
Four-four long make your head back split
(And again and again)
It goes ring-da-da-ding
(Ding)
Not the BB pin
Bro slapped one out the baby
I had a bruck-back, bang-bang
Like the old-school Rimzee
Three man got clipped in the space of a—
I ain't got to talk on things
(Yo)
Have you ever seen a man try run, get clipped?
Four-four long make your head back split
(And again and again)
Aye, Skippz, what you doing with the beat, bro?
So I picked up mine and made it sky
Had shotgun shells and Luger nines
Wallahi adheem, they die
Wait, put your hands on a metal
If you're rolling with a kettle
Cah most man switch and sting like nettles
Four-four long make you spin like pedals
Bitch, we need a crown and a medal
We need a crown and a medal
When the beef got turnt, we showed them levels
(Yo)
I sat in the wok, ate tuna out da kettle
I sat in bando and learnt how to pebble
Old-school days, I used to ride with the metal
I nearly got gripped by PC Cheryl
Whole leap of man been burnt by the Breville
I bet they warnt sing to the devil
Wait, it goes ring-da-da-ding
(Ding)
Not the BB pin
Bro slapped one out the baby
I had a bruck-back, bang-bang
Like the old-school Rimzee
Three man got clipped in the space of a—
I ain't got to talk on things
(Yo)
Have you ever seen a man try run, get clipped?
Four-four long make your head back split
(And again and again)
It goes ring-da-da-ding
(Ding)
Not the BB pin
Bro slapped one out the baby
I had a bruck-back, bang-bang
Like the old-school Rimzee
Three man got clipped in the space of a—
I ain't got to talk on things
(Yo)
Have you ever seen a man try run, get clipped?
Four-four long make your head back split
(And again and again)
I ain't into males, fell in love with girls
Can't hide in the park like Rohan Adil
If I say she's mine, then I give her the world
This the sound when I'm fucking your girl
(Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)
Go clinic if her pum-pum smells
(Grrrrrrr)
This the sound, these brand-new bells
Fuck probation, they want me in hell
I'm with bro like Kenan 'n' Kel
In jail, didn't get no mail
Buh when I came out, had a hundred of girls
(Yo)
Pretty little thing when I make her twirl
I like the colour of her nails
Phone up the plug from overseas like
"Yo, I need some shells"
Wait, it goes ring-da-da-ding
(Ding)
Not the BB pin
Bro slapped one out the baby
I had a bruck-back, bang-bang
Like the old-school Rimzee
Three man got clipped in the space of a—
I ain't got to talk on things
(Yo)
Have you ever seen a man try run, get clipped?
Four-four long make your head back split
(And again and again)
It goes ring-da-da-ding
(Ding)
Not the BB pin
Bro slapped one out the baby
I had a bruck-back, bang-bang
Like the old-school Rimzee
Three man got clipped in the space of a—
I ain't got to talk on things
(Yo)
Have you ever seen a man try run, get clipped?
Four-four long make your head back split
(And again and again)
Aye, Skippz, what you doing with the beat, bro?
