The newest song by AJ Tracey and Bas is 179 Deli Lyrics. Abbas Hamad, Ché Wolton Grant, Gage Brown, Jamil Pierre, Joshua Lloyd-Watson, and Lydia Kitto wrote the lyrics. Deputy, Gage, J Lloyd, and Lydia Kitto produced the song.

179 Deli Song Lyrics

Stay with me, for the ride

Stay with me, for the ride

You n*ggas slip and slide, better pick a side

Bentley GT, see me with your b*tch inside

I’m a petty n*gga, I got vicious pride

Rollie meteorite, we on different time

I run with gorillas, n*gga, still I get the lion’s share

My hustle keep multiplying my career

I’ve never been one for crying tears

That’d be absurd, I don’t know how to cry, I’m Amber Heard

I’m always kinda high, you haven’t heard?

Please, do not bother mine ‘causе these brothers minе

Not the kinda guys to have a word

You are the kinda guy that’s on a shirt, damn

R.I.P., you were the kinda girl to make it work

Baby, you’re all I need

Give me a night, you just need me in your life

Water, tequila and Pedialyte, Tiffany diamonds, Ebony, ivory

Baby girl, that’s what I see in your life

Right, you must be high as a James Webb

Please, do not speak my name up on the low

‘Cause Bassy heard all of them things said

“He cool but he outside too much and everything”

I’m not on the scene, I am the scene

I can’t poli with no thottie love

You the brokest b*tch I ever seen, next

I’m on these f*ck-n*ggas heads, too

All you dick-sucking clique-jumping n*ggas in my ear

Tryna spit something I ain’t tryna hear b*tch

Y’all in the red too, off with his head too

Don’t run, n*gga, arm and a leg too

Squad-type mental, judgmental, yeah

Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

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Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

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Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

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Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

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Stay with me, for the ride

Yo

Brother, step aside, better pick a side

I been deep in life when I’m in the ride

Feeling healthy, man, I’m fully live

So it’s funny how my doors are suicide

I mean, ayy, f*ck your party, can’t relate

Better never than late

Grew up on the darkest days

Still I gotta spread light and stay great

Bas, my n*gga, come and turn it up

All these baddies and they’re tryna f*ck

Punchin’ numbers, tryna hurt the [?]

Not a farmer, but I push a [dirty?] truck

Catch me in the back, lean

With the baddest lil’ vibe and

What she wearing obscene

I’m just tryna see her on me

Play the game like Henry

Larry Bird, I’m on green

London City, I’ve been in this shit

And I’ve been kicking hits ’til the speakers rip

All my denim’s Japanese

Motherf*cking blue Benjie’s in my jeans

Putting n*ggas, they’re diseased

I ain’t got move, I ain’t got sneeze

[Chorus: Bas]

Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

179 Deli, 179 Deli

Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

179 Deli, 179 Deli

Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

179 Deli, 179 Deli

Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

179 Deli, 179 Deli

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