V9
Westwood Crib Session (2019)
[Intro: Tim Westwood]
Yo, it's TimWestwoodTV
Understand how it's about to go down up in the Crib Session super heard hard baby
Homerton, Holly Street, 98's baby
KO, V9, Jimmy, Kilo Keemzo
Billy Billions, DA, DLA, Mazza, Hitman
Al Chubbino, Stally, understand
Out now fam, Drilliam Shakespeare
Hardest in the street, let's get it

Part 1

[Verse 1: KO]
How many times did I step with the 12 that month
And it weren't December
I step tidy, no clue for detectors
Bro cheff shiny, hoopties and benders
Bells ain't tiny, test my temper
Pass out if shells discharge and enter
See opps, don't clock
Could've bet you a jacks in the vids like Edgar
And bro shots chro' on the solo
That's what you call money off of joints, no venture
I do it for the butter, no cocoa
Makin' 'em drinks, ain't gone on a bender
You're thinkin' of squashing this ting, that's senseless
Run and get done when you come to your senses
Bro got heat like they ride with sensors
Slide, it's me and my members
Put metal 'round his neck, I ain't giving him a necklace
It's mad how we want them neck-less
Gang slide, coming way too restless
If we lick shots like lead, not pellets
Shoot once, it becomes a fetish
Gauge rest dots, not rotten like Ellis
Nuttin' worse than a guy that's benchin'
I might swing my sword like a fence man
[Verse 2: V9]
Spray this one like a skunk
Get hit, turn bud
Yuck, he got done, body bruck
Double tap it, slap it and ching that cunt
Chat on my name, you're nuts
I'll stop this whip, hop out, are you dumb?
Trip up, I get cheffy
I'm a star in the field like Messi
Grip that Sammy or semi
Get 'round there and I'll hold it steady
Pop it off like confetti
I get cheffy and bro gets kweffy
I get kweffy, bro gets cheffy
Press it lightly, don't you break it
Hold on, come back, let's blaze him
I had a vision like That's So Raven
He got-got, the drill was amazing
No convo, I'm pissed, come raging
Free my n***as and free my paigons
When we buck, that's blood on these pavements
I set it, like I'm baking
Ching that down, leave rudeboys baking
I love it, I'm skits
Slap this wap, watch him dance like a bitch
[Verse 3: Mazza]
Mazza, I'm back for good
They wanna know why I ain't been in the hood
[?] the bush
Got me livin' just like I should
I know he wants to leave his friend
I can see it in his eyes and he knows he should
Back this wap on yutes, do drills, no clues
And they wonder why we drill their friend
Bro just tapped it close range
Plus two shavers, you ran out of luck
Opp boy said he ain't from there
But he got caught and then he ran off
Drills on drills, I'm just being honest
Raincoat on, what I'm doin' is obvious
I couldn't tell if it was him or his bitch
Like swing your ching, we're cuttin'
Just got a pack in the AM, flip that chip in
Now it's lookin' like Skengdo
In the PM with A team slidin'
Boys in the hood, you can get it for your friend though
Raise up bread, that's a dinger or skeng
Shot or cheff, that's hospital bed
Homerton 9 involved in crime
Get trappy with a 9, we don't talk to feds
Itch it in backs and give him some rips
Wired to the bed, IV and drip
Phone line far from dead
Mash work, no ped, only gang can be in these vids
All now I'm tryna find where the paigons at
Where they at? They're all makin' vids
My hands dirty like I need to rinse
[Verse 4: Stally]
They don't wanna see gang lurkin'
Don't slip or it's curtains
Flip my flicky and get busy
Or I'm out on the main road servin'
Ching man deep, twist and turn it
See me a opp, I'll reverse it
Seven man stuffed in this five door
Tryna air man out or we insert it
These yutes ain't learnin'
No problem, I'll burs' him
All this bad talk on the net
But them boys freeze up when they see me in person
Latex on, rise up this wagon
Running man down tryna crash him
Send my arm to complete the drill
I'll rise it and I'll bang it
Japan ting
Leave white tees red or we [?]
I'm a savage
[?] on my block, real life, no acting
Straight jugg, I don't deal with the cards like that
But he built me a line and I ran it
Tryna leave tops red, dodge them feds
That's the plan when we step in that wagon

[Verse 5: Hitman]
We does the seven in a five door whizz
[?] cah the guys on the block too eager
Shotty sneezin', it's that season
Mop in the ride do a sweep up
Look at their guys, they're breezin'
I want man red, gotta get him this evenin'
So I filled that dinger with members
On badness, and that's standard
I didn't even deal with that bitch
She was in the bando cattin'
Swing it to bro, let brodie mash it
That's a sweet babe 'cause I'm bando baggin'
We work, reload and slang it
Three brown pebs how the catsdem love it

[Verse 6: DA]
Youngest in charge, of course, they accepted it
Buss my gun and get my funds
Fuck it, let's go and put lead in it
[?], it's a blessing
Shanked [?] and I read it
He got chopped and changed like a edit
Sink it in, that's seedy settings
[?]
It's standard to deliver this badness
I'm on the opp block doing up window smashin'
I wish it was blades in jackets
Tinted Vito, slide and stab it
Set pace, can't hack it
Slide and crash, tryna do him with crashings
Retaliation rate on rapid
So anytime we slide, we're goin' right back
Fill up the dings with G's
Two man on a 300 pattern
Sighted the opps, my brodie spun it
I can tell by the way he spun it, he loves it
Get a man down, ain't nuttin'
I'm on the back with a wap, it's wavin'
Rev it up on a pavement, slim their chance of escapin'
Bare black boys in the crowd, I'm aimin'
Balistik's face was the baitest
Wap rise up, tryna slap in faces
It's cool, you can pay that homage
Chillin' with them, just thinkin' stop it

Part 2

[Chorus: Billy Billions]
Back where I started again
Right back in this dinger again
The trap phone is ringin' again
Straight dropin' this dinner again
Back where I started again
Right back in this dinger again
The trap phone is ringin' again
Straight dropin' this dinner again
I'm in the kitchen
She thinks I'm cookin' a steak
She must've made a mistake
Really, I'm whippin' the flake
I'm like a doctor
Most of clients are patients
I told my girl to be patient
I'm makin' moves on the pavement
I'm in the kitchen
She thinks I'm cookin' a steak
She must've made a mistake
Really, I'm whippin' the flake
I'm like a doctor
Most of clients are patients
I told my girl to be patient
I'm makin' moves on the pavement

[Verse 1: Billy Billions]
She ask what I do for a livin'
And then the trap phone starts ringin'
Numerous bootings and chingings
But we don't even tell these women
All I know is melt this snow
I nearly burnt the Pyrex bowl
The buj run clean on the fold
Bang Gang, Stain Gang hoe
Still divising the O
And I'm riskin' my life for the stove
He try leave me leading ropes
I made a killin' in O
Frontline when it's crunch time
Hood phone like a cunch line
I ain't tryna do the punchline
Done two racks by lunchtime

[Verse 2: DLA]
Twist it, now there's red juice like Fanta
When I tap with smoke, when this thing goes sneeze
You can catch a disease like asthma
Like Santa, controllin' the big nose
And man's red up yutes in anger
Like, please don't talk 'bout banter
If it's no love, straight chings, take it that far
He got chinged and he wan' turn rapper
The dopemen says my man is a capper
TJ left Twin, know that one
[?] left Twin, bet you didn't know that one
Free all my peeps, rindin' on bang up
On the landin' do Kung Fu Panda
Try escape my ting, got wrapped up
I was shoutin' out for myself
Like, "bro, wagwan for that one?"
[?] Ls, I'm smackin'
Any [?] Ls, I'm packin'
If I catch him and he's lackin'
Sadting, I'm showin' guys my [?] ranking
I'd rather go beat it like Jackson
In the trap, some trap with these fractions
If I was in love with the dot
[?] looks light and she cuts the pattern
Bally on face 'cause these fiends been plottin'
Plus we got Shaggy and Scooby
[?] so we know that's shottin'
And I'm in this bando for days
Opp block if your dargs face [?]

[Verse 3: KO]
Keep a flicks, it's a piece of my fit
More time it's on me even when I do street
Back it, don't watch bro beef
If I got beef, bro's backin'
If he's bro then jump in deep
You're the type to watch it unfold and happen
Double Ls and the dots gets boomin'
We ain't in Lewisham, call them crackers
Sit tight on the fence, stay in your lane
Any movement, we end up crashin'
You take the blame, you ain't got no brains
If you're baked where them yutes hangin'
They don't wanna make things bait
You know they had enough Ls like Madden
Your sides ain't safe when we step
Everyone must go, we ain't from Brandon
My young boys makin' it rain out 'ere
You don't wanna get your ting dampened
They wanna do splashings
Paint shit red, they ain't needin' a canvas

[Verse 4: V9]
Gang chinged him and parked him
He got up, he restarted
Like, how could he chance it?
Fuck with the 98 Gang, you're tarnished
Do man up and I chuckle
Get in the dinger, tell bro, "full throttle"
Wap on my lap, no way can they see this
I ain't tryna end up locked up in the deep end
Take this left, and right
We're gone in a flash
Trip up here, right now
That's holes in your backs
Slap this wap, watch him drown
Take man's crown, watch his yute breakdown
Opp block come like a ghost town
Where they at? Tell them boys "come down"
I can't come down, I want man dead like a poisoned mouse
Three-double-O or ding-dong car
Rah, he got hit, oh my lard
Flicky in my hand, let's see who wants war
Two waps, hear it bark
Me and K, that's brothers in arms

[Chorus: Billy Billions]
She thinks I'm cookin' a steak
She must've made a mistake
Really, I'm whippin' the flake
I'm like a doctor
Most of clients are patients
I told my girl to be patient
I'm makin' moves on the pavement
I'm in the kitchen
She thinks I'm cookin' a steak
She must've made a mistake
Really, I'm whippin' the flake
I'm like a doctor
Most of clients are patients
I told my girl to be patient
I'm makin' moves on the pavement

Part 3

[Verse 1: V9]
Four opp blocks with petty on E
I don't do it for Snap, I do it for gang
That's Homerton, B
Slap shots like I'm playing hockey
[?] 'til their body poppin'
Opp block, gangdem for moppin'
Kick down doors in your hood, I'm robbin'
Then I fly away like Green Goblin
But if they try flip the script
Rudeboy's gonna leave in a coffin
I don't care about your [?]
And that's me being honest
True, grip that mop and rinse
Listen, this is life I'm livin'
Back road chingings, V9 with it
Me and KO hop out, you're finished
[?] man in his tee, now he's Grizzley
I'm sure his dizzy
Did he manage? That's a mystery
Opp block, I don't panic
I ain't got bally on me
This shit that man's handin'
Will leave more than a slice on his cheek
Strap on my lap like a seatbelt
See man run, get-got, scream "help"
Should'a, could'a, would'a
If you don't run, get your head like [?]
He's gone like he went to Bermuda
[?] barracuda
Pounce from the bush blacked out like a puma

[Verse 2: Hitman]
Shotgun claps no audience, sting no scorpions
No questions, we attack
Me and J in the T House flipping packs
Stones get chopped and wrapped
Smoking backs, serious waps
Pull smoke on barbies too
Don't get hit at your barbecue
A team member blasting you
I had bits before they had bits
I already know how the pellets flew
Give it to C if he want it handled
Hundred percent he'll do it
Slap this guage, reload, put two in
Risks I'm taking, opps I'm choosing
I ain't on no side that's losing
Left his twin and I find it amusing
Back on the ride, going on an adventure
Tryna cause a fiesta
Hospital, siren strecher
Anyone claiming beef, you should've known better
He's taking shots like he's gone on a bender
I'm known for being a serious member

[Verse 3: DA]
My dargs got me so he's barking it off
Man dance with smoke in the function
Ion know nothing about parking it off
Young boy wanna work
It ain't nuttin' to get him a Cardiff job
Man decamp dingers, dodge them tickets
The obbo is real, we cut from cops
Unlimited shells for all of my opps
My darg got me so he's barking it off
Man dance with smoke in the function
Ion know nothing about parking it off
Young boy wanna work
It ain't nuttin' to get him a Cardiff job
Man decamp dingers, dodge them tickets
The obbo is real, we cut from cops
Unlimited shells-

[Verse 4: KO]
We go on a step, ain't nothin' selective, pull up and crash
They lack, ain't holding no leggings with cheffings
So they best pull up their pants
They bang it could've been blanks
We bang it could've been banks
Fill up the tank, pull up with gang
Pull up no joking, pulling no prank
Free my bros all locked
I'm sending them quids, not stamps
They bucking to opps, still settin' it
Givin' them fist and stamps
They running away, we hoping that them boys trip or cramp
None of that relevance or hit that can
Yo, we already know pigs on gang
Run up in my residence, grip my hands
Do dirt definite, things get planned
[?] intelligence if we get bagged
[?] snitched and sang

Part 4

[Verse 1: KO]
I'm tired of giving them chase
Seen man hella times in a week
Every sight he's done skeet, bet he's tired of seein' my face
I line up a sword and get busy
Leave a pool like Shaun if I ride and I rise that gauge
When it comes to street
This corn ain't sweet, if you eat, end up in a maze
If we got beef, cut through my estate
And you might end up in a state
I want my G's free like I rob guns
But I mean my peeps locked down behind gates
If man lack and we pop down
Might jump man, we ain't slidin' with Drake
Waps for sale, price too high
If we do buy, step out tryna make man shake
Bro's in jail cah they whip flake
Pebbled it down, do the same with beige
And gang's in jail cah they risk take
Peddled it round, make wounds with blades
Life on the road for my dargs ain't straight
Still bark, don't get it twist like braids
Young boys, if you're doing it bait, you don't have to, no

[Verse 2: Jimmy]
I stick with my bros like Mario and Luigi
Broski pointed that finger like ET
Then the ride spun like CD
More time, I work times three like RiRi
I just got a text and it says 'come see me'
And nah, I ain't linky
That's green cah seaweed
Bare chat 'pon PC
Wild birds fly like Armani
Come like I'm glued to my car seat
My eyes stay peeled for them 'rales
They ain't playin' no games like Serani
Out here's pepper, that's chilli con carne
Just shot a Nina for a fifteen
Shit nah, Jimmy's bein' naughty
Don't show the gyally dem too much
Cah the gyally dem talky
Plus, most of them naughty
Wouldn't put it past but you probably wouldn't either
The gang got bad boys anywhere
You can feel the aura like Rita
Most likely do a drill, grab some trees then go bang FIFA
I've been servin' shots, no tequila
And bro ain't dealin' with cards
But he serves, he's a dealer
Bad ting wan' grip on the wand like Sabrina
Plus she want smoke like Khalifa
I'm cuttin' tru' the Nina
Hit that sale then hasta la vista
I grab the weight, make a call, that's instant cash
I could bruck it down
That's hands on pans and a couple bands
I could dial in bro
I need a lick, so line man that
You know I got heart like and Irishman
Split that in two, we dividin' that
And bro-bro gets it off the run ups
Just run up and headlock a China man
[?] grub down when it's dryin' akh
And- is a well known driver
Nah, he ain't no taxi man
He's black from head to toe
But he ain't no taxi man
Got eight man stuffed in the wagon
All on volts to hop out on man
Bro might slap with one eye
But he ain't got sharingan
See a blast from the palm like Iron Man
They think they're bad
Jumpin' out prams like eggs in a fryin' pan
[?] like Jackie Chan
Run out of zips, where's the plastic bags?
Wish me well cah I love the grind
Jimmy come far from a handicap
Just banged a left on the Transit van
Bare angle like I'm doin' maths
Those are opps, that's a flight with gang
Or I fly it on solo
Take it out, bounce back like a pogo
Then I come back, dish out pics, no photos

[Verse 3: KO]
All we's tryna do is take them away
On road, get shot, or in jail, get boxed
If you're in the vids like Haye
When arms get raised, go step
Try put him in pics if [?]
Hair stain for Rolex
Gimme a date, gimme a date
We'll take it away, ay, ay
Kids like drinks
If they don't want it straight then we give 'em a chase
Put the team on strip with things
Used to walk 'round 'til my feet start ache
Ain't nuttin', you got played by a girl
Ching in the chest, you will see heartbreak
No money, you gon' suffer in this world
Get bread and be vex, better man start save
Out lookin' for a K or Dayto bro
Tell yours 'roll safe'
We flavourless, it can't blaze
[?] correct, get taken away
Reall tryna beat those sweets
The teeth so long might start to decay
Like his wage went up, we'll get him a raise

Part 5

[Verse 1: Al Chubbino]
Have you ever been down a flat
And had to bounce back off a ounce of crack
Bounce back off a two and a Q
Four and a half, I don't think you know the half
Nuttin' ain't funny, throught this pain I laugh
I can never be bummy, throught the rain I graft
I used to walk home in damp down jumpers
Started seein' runners, they ain't even in London
Life changed when I whipped up somethin'
Went from a half box to a half onion
Bought a little somethin' for when I got functions
Can't believe I could get drawn out for
Ten years deep, I ain't beefin' with youngers
Little bro's saucy, the hood's full of dumpers
I don't mind war but peri like Columbus
I don't wanna be skippin' any summers
How many phones have I picked up?
Bowls that I whipped up
Straight came back, same shape as the bowl
Nuttin' chipped up
Remember when I took that L
That's the last time I left these wraps with a fat girl
Bad winters, cold summers
I was OT with no runners

[Verse 2: Jimmy]
Look, you already know the name
I'm MP, no Theresa May
Maximum profit when I grab the weight
My young boy got stuck, I had to pave the way
Best save that cake for the rainy days
The mash shoot, it got bass like 808
My boy don't slip in the bin, he got his razor blade
Cah he trapped in the box like David Blaine
My guy wants a box but he ain't David Haye
His plug was takin' long so I made his day
Need a link for the bricks but I ain't talkin' slate
If they do me wrong, I'ma do the race
We'll make man drown the sailor way
You know I'm from, when we sight, there's no delay
Hold a chase when man back it and dash afraid
Then bake off, roll a paper plane
Have you ever been flat on your face, crazy
Hittin' stains with a plan to escape
Look, I started from a quarter and I pushed a two and a daughter
I was juggin' out a block, it was hot like a sauna
From a four and a half to a half a box
I bop with this thing, I don't rely on luck
I turned dark like I'm closin' the curtains
If trouble pops up, we just call for them burners

[Verse 3: Stally]
Money's what I'm needin'
So I'm out here tryna get it
Stuffin' shells in this dotty
Slap it, fill 'em up with pellets
Sticky when I press it
On these streets of Hackney
Yeah, I'm known as a menace
But nuttin' like Dennis
But I'm clinical like Bergkamp
Comfy when I burst that
Comfy when I'm pressin'
Man can't tell me 'bout steppin'
Gave that gyal dick
I gave that gyal a good session
Bring it to the owner like you're returning possession
'Cause I'm a t'ug on road like I'm a t'ug in jail
Crash corn on your block, I'm really tryna cause hell
And then I bake off with a sweet one
She makes the food, burn my clothes from the drill
Yeah, she a real one
People cryin', hoods flyin', lift up boy
Help you pull the suttin' out the nose of the stub boy
[?] we official
I ain't lyin', we make 'nuff
Cop sticks and stay dumpin' on these fuckboys

[Verse 4: Billy Billions]
Every single member of my team is a boss
Structure in a gang so I ain't worried 'bout a loss
If I send a hit, you'll see the light like a moth
I sell the re-up raw and then I'm steppin' on a prof'
Dabbin' with the devil, you can tell it's high stakes
Workers got a worker, they ain't makin' no mistakes
When I'm in a kitchen, I ain't cookin' up a steak
[?] we got dinner here for days
[?]
With my missus in the shard when I'm re-ing up on flake
Got yourself a slice but you ain't never bought a cake
In the trap, they call me Mr Thirty Six Shapes
Weather them storms, most said I couldn't heart it
Felt like Leonidas before the king departed
On a T max like a chariot chargin'
If I weren't trappin' and drillin', I'd be chartin'

[Verse 5: Kilo Keemzo]
They locked my brother Trappo, still he be missin'
I told him 'roll easy' but he didn't listen
Mum asked why she ain't seen me with him
I told her it's cah he is in prison
Bro's eighteen, third time he's been in the system
Bring back the young days with Reeks, man, I miss him
Jail calls, 'Keemz, are you listenin'?'
He ain't seen his siblings
Nephews ain't seein' the christening
They wanna know when's the next song
But it gets long, feels like I'm slept on
They say '015, I should've kept on
Uh, but let me tell you where it went wrong
Cah '008, that's the year they took Fes don
And it's '19 and bro's still tryna get one
Redrum, we ain't tryna stay 'til the fed come
Cah that's another case
They got my n***a doin' basic bang up
Cah the judge gave time when he raised his hammer
One eye, I can hear satan chatter
But this next ear's tellin' me to sway the passa
My bro taught a teen, he's just trainin' trappers
Put him on the train, don't delay the package
My nephews don't walk the lane that man did
I do this for the niece like my name was Patrick
Same time, I do this for the gang
My bro doin' six time four in the can
So you do the maths
Mummy said we were movin' stupid and fact
In old school days, cats swoopin' on chats
Shout Chezrita, she's smooth with them plaits
I ain't glued to the flats
One phone call, hear my goon, he's attacked
I ain't talkin' 'bout my man, who? He's a rat