Ching Him by Kezza Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, free all the members, free the gang, MH riding that bird even though he’s writing with me in the studio, broke out of prison
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, man’s banging gym like jolo cause I’m bolo, JC thats bro bro
Man do without gang thats solo, get round there with a bruck down Volvo
Man blow out his back, no homo, now he’s in beautiful pain that’s Polo
Get rid of them tings, that coco, stacking that P like you and I both know
Your bro held L’s in O (held em), he got packed trying to flip them packs, and he couldn’t even back his bro, yo, samurai through man’s coat (ching), or samurai through mans jacket (ching), mans on your block shotting packet, out of that plastic, rise it and slap it (rise it and bang bang)
Me and my bro ghosting, no Casper, walk with a pump and that will lick out your back cuz
I fling white and beat in the streets, I don’t like this shit but I go out before the cat does
Fry him, fry him, this beef gets frying
I don’t know why they ain’t turn packet but when I ask bro bro of course we’re trying (of course we’re trying)
[Chorus]
Ching him, ching him down, ching man down on a bright day
I ride round there on a 125, MH jump off and he might spray
[Jamaican Length]
Bruck it, bruck it down, still trying to break this pack, me and JC going to fly OT cause we’re still trying to make these racks
Got bagged for numerous cheffs and a shooting
Bro’s not loosing or brusing when I did this screwing
Like how many times did them man talk bad, MH got done for a shooting (how many) I’ll dip man down, my shank seen blood it’s an opp boys life I’ll ruin
Blood come thick like lean, back out, spin it, reverse it
No corn for the 9 but my pen might rise, I might lick two shots like Sterling
No M16 on the side but my ting might rise and fly and strap the last tune like backshots do what I do for the team, don’t lack, just spin your track, straight facts, no cap and I seen your track on the net last week, can’t speak on bars, I just couldn’t catch that, know that this Wembely yute might pen you a tune that will silence all of the back chat
Dudu dudu dududu, thats the sound of the tune mans spinning back out my car, yeah ballpoint pen and I’ll spin that to whoever’s in mans vision
[Chorus]
Ching him, ching him down, ching man down on a bright day, I ride round there in a 125, MH jump off and he might spray
Bruck it, bruck it down, still trying to break this pack, me and JC going to fly OT cause we’re stull trying to make these racks
Ching him, ching him down, ching man down on a bright day, I ride round there in a 125, MH jump off and he might spray
Bruck it, bruck it down, still trying to break this pack, me and JC going to fly OT cause we’re stull trying to make these racks
Yo, yo, yo, free all the members, free the gang, MH riding that bird even though he’s writing with me in the studio, broke out of prison
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, man’s banging gym like jolo cause I’m bolo, JC thats bro bro
Man do without gang thats solo, get round there with a bruck down Volvo
Man blow out his back, no homo, now he’s in beautiful pain that’s Polo
Get rid of them tings, that coco, stacking that P like you and I both know
Your bro held L’s in O (held em), he got packed trying to flip them packs, and he couldn’t even back his bro, yo, samurai through man’s coat (ching), or samurai through mans jacket (ching), mans on your block shotting packet, out of that plastic, rise it and slap it (rise it and bang bang)
Me and my bro ghosting, no Casper, walk with a pump and that will lick out your back cuz
I fling white and beat in the streets, I don’t like this shit but I go out before the cat does
Fry him, fry him, this beef gets frying
I don’t know why they ain’t turn packet but when I ask bro bro of course we’re trying (of course we’re trying)
[Chorus]
Ching him, ching him down, ching man down on a bright day
I ride round there on a 125, MH jump off and he might spray
[Jamaican Length]
Bruck it, bruck it down, still trying to break this pack, me and JC going to fly OT cause we’re still trying to make these racks
Got bagged for numerous cheffs and a shooting
Bro’s not loosing or brusing when I did this screwing
Like how many times did them man talk bad, MH got done for a shooting (how many) I’ll dip man down, my shank seen blood it’s an opp boys life I’ll ruin
Blood come thick like lean, back out, spin it, reverse it
No corn for the 9 but my pen might rise, I might lick two shots like Sterling
No M16 on the side but my ting might rise and fly and strap the last tune like backshots do what I do for the team, don’t lack, just spin your track, straight facts, no cap and I seen your track on the net last week, can’t speak on bars, I just couldn’t catch that, know that this Wembely yute might pen you a tune that will silence all of the back chat
Dudu dudu dududu, thats the sound of the tune mans spinning back out my car, yeah ballpoint pen and I’ll spin that to whoever’s in mans vision
[Chorus]
Ching him, ching him down, ching man down on a bright day, I ride round there in a 125, MH jump off and he might spray
Bruck it, bruck it down, still trying to break this pack, me and JC going to fly OT cause we’re stull trying to make these racks
Ching him, ching him down, ching man down on a bright day, I ride round there in a 125, MH jump off and he might spray
Bruck it, bruck it down, still trying to break this pack, me and JC going to fly OT cause we’re stull trying to make these racks