Abra Cadabra – On Deck (remix) (ft. RV, Kush, Double Lz, Bandokay, Lowkey & Dezzie) (Audio, Lyrics)

Abra Cadabra - On Deck (remix) (ft. RV, Kush, Double Lz, Bandokay, Lowkey & Dezzie) (prod. Rxckson & RA$H)

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Abra Cadabra unveils the remix of “On Deck” featuring RV, Kush, Double Lz, Bandokay, Lowkey & Dezzie. Listen, stream, buy, watch the video, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Rxckson & RA$H.

Abra Cadabra On Deck (remix)
Abra Cadabra On Deck (remix)

Abra Cadabra hit the ground running in 2020. The rapper’s career has been slow-burning over the years but it finally feels like an album might be officially on the way. The UK rapper unleashed LOL: Love Or Lust? earlier this year followed by a slew of tracks such as the “Cadabra Freestyle” and most recently, “On Deck.” As the song continues to gain buzz, Abra Cadabra recruited a handful of members from the OFB crew to breathe new life into the song.

Kush, RV, Double Lz, Bandokay, Dezzie, and Lowkey provide additional verses for the massive remix for Abra Cadabra’s “On Deck.” As each artist deliver high-energy drill verses detailing the nefarious lifestyle they lead, Abra Cadabra simply holds it down on hook duties for the remix.

Abra Cadabra – On Deck (remix) (ft. RV, Kush, Double Lz, Bandokay, Lowkey & Dezzie) (prod. Rxckson & RA$H)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Abra Cadabra]
Ay, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 1: RV]
RV
Yo, I don’t know nuttin’ ’bout dark side (Nuttin’)
Everyting lit round our side
Before gang got a spot in the charts
I had dark and light, got split like Apartheid
Man know what I did in my past life (They know)
I wan’ do up the twos, got too much to lose
I’m pissed that I can’t glide (Pissed)
Nuttin’ but love for my Farm guys (OFB)
Dingers and heat
Anything the drillers dem need man fund it
Tion ain’t done shit in the field
Just wanna talk online like a pundit
You got chased, friends got chinged
All ’cause the gang got bored and hunted (Haha)
Shh got shot in the face, I was on the wing
Put him in a raw and bunned him

[Verse 2: Kush]
Have you really got guns? I dunno
Man dance with the pole
Where they at? I dunno
I just spun ’round twice with bro
Got a laser beam tryna take his soul
I got ’nuff love for my jiggas cah they active
Circle around tryna put him in a fat spliff
O way or no way, it’s all tactics
Internet youts all hype, but they’re catfish (Gang, gang)
Bro spin that coupe, who’s that?
Bro spin that, he’s movin’ like Christopher Walkin’ (Movin’)
I done tell the young boys “step back”
Take deep breaths dat cah there ain’t no talkin’
Gang’s jiggy-jiggy on deck
When I step with the gang
Ain’t none of my goons scared to rise and tan
Jiggy-jiggy on deck when I’m doin’ up trap
Still jump out gang on 22 man

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrr skrr), I just seen suttin’ (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you, and it wouldn’t be nuttin’ (Wouldn’t be nuttin’)
(Grr) I wan’ squeeze suttin’
Bad man don’t squeeze for nuttin’ (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big ‘matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain’t never bust corn, you’re a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleepin’ (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin’
Creepin’ (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin’

[Verse 3: Double Lz]
Big 15, man walk with it
Any opps boys gettin’ targeted
My bruce too loose and he ain’t got screws
Big 22s, he’s barkin’ it, clartin’ it
Creepin’ on folks with the smoke on your bro, don’t call at him
Snitches, and bitches
Broadwater Farm, OFB, we don’t harbour it
Tryna catch me an AM with this 410 (Brow, brow)
Who’s in the car, no BT and Rendo
Alacazam when the caliber bangs
Chillin’ on the Ls like death row (Dead)
Pull up on dem and let go
Five seconds gone, you can still hear the echo (Blaow)
We get though, from the get-go
Two fat teeth in the smoke like Ghetto

[Verse 4: Bandokay]
(Bando)
Pretty machine, haffi beat it
Even if it’s ugly, badman just squeeze it (Bow)
Clean it, G lot’s loud but the dot-dot’s screamin’ (Scream)
Yo, ramz bored him up with no meaning
Him, Junebug, Izzpot tag-teamin’ (Splash)
Donny got smoked, still breathin’
Caught him offline tryna get out his feelings (Ay)
And if it weren’t done by Young Farm
Probably Chat Nets, cuzzy or Bumper, yo
Best run when you hear these gunshots
Spin this coupe and I bet all the fun stops (Spin it, spin it)
When a gun pops, jiggy-jiggy on deck
Jiggy-jiggy on deck, she a stunt ucks
She want come to the T, she don’t go to the L
She wan’ come to the O where the guns pop

[Bridge: Abra Cadabra]
I got my browning in South
But she give me stress so I might fly West
She my West ting gyal, she don’t give me stress
She can make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don’t ever slip, got my blicky on kweff

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrr skrr), I just seen suttin’ (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you, and it wouldn’t be nuttin’ (It wouldn’t be nuttin’)
(Grr) I wan’ squeeze suttin’
Bad man don’t squeeze for nuttin’ (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big ‘matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain’t never bust corn, you’re a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleepin’ (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin’
Creepin’ (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin’

[Verse 5: Lowkey]
Every gyal wan’ mad up fuh mi
Big bruckback, man bruck off fuh he (Bang, bang)
Mi juggy dem sick, mi rambo pon hip
They ‘ready fi rip, thru your best drip
Jiggy-jiggy ‘pon deck
No seh they hol’ two flicky pon dem
Anywhere we step, big ziggy ‘pon deck
Fuck gyal in them mouth, big wood in her neck
We nuh mek talk, we nuh mek talk
Rewind the bloodclart
Push-button start, let’s hope that you’re fast
Bill up a spliff n take a two blast
Them man inna my lane, dey better move fast
Ah, who a dem, who a dem?
Reaper ded ded, we load di yeng-yeng
Try tek man fi fool, I must’ve fool dem
Man rinse off the clip until the clip end

[Verse 6: Dezzie]
(Yo!)
If she come ugly like Betty
Then I can’t bring her round, don’t care how petty
Saw a fed on my block with netty (Aye, wet him up)
Crash straight back or swing this machete
Last glide bro turned to spaghetti
Balaclava, but it came back sweaty (You know, you know)
Farm Life, I’ve always been ready
Get yourself touched, keep your elbows steady
Diddy Bop or Nuh Linga (Woioi)
Spilt ’nuff juice like Marinda (You know, you know)
I’ve got faith in my lead, trigger finger
Bun man’s throat like he just ate ginger (Whoosh)
Jiggy-jiggy on deck, gyal give neck
OFB surely got tek (Woioi)
You know man haffi mek
Shit den fek, baby let’s run up a check (You know, you know)

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrr skrr), I just seen suttin’ (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you, and it wouldn’t be nuttin’ (It wouldn’t be nuttin’)
(Grr) I wan’ squeeze suttin’
Bad man don’t squeeze for nuttin’ (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big ‘matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain’t never bust corn, you’re a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleepin’ (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin’
Creepin’ (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin’

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