[Monkey]
Nuff' gal get wacked Nuff skengs get wacked too
Come on, jump out gang on a barrel
Couldn't give a f** man f** you
Been round there in a 4 door
Been round there just to cut tru
Gave the gal wood man
I ain't gotta say I love you
Free J that's bro (free jigga)
67 to the world anywhere anywhere mana man f** up a show
Trapping' ain't dead the nittys still phone for the blow
4 door with a skeng I see couple man and they blow
Skengs out ten toes
Hammers out on my bros
German 4 door jump out then let it blow
Skrrr out bill it up probably get top from a hoe
Skrrr out bill it up probably get top from a hoe
On the 6 with my hoes
[ASAP]
T-house running though stones
Out here running through hoes
44 holes chunky stones
Breaking bones the pagans know
My heads hot and my knife works cold
Chef man down for my bros
C rose will do it as well
Bro got smoke as well
Two bells and a rusty twelve
Two L's up when the six do road
Live corn go straight through your chest
Leave your back with exit holes
My drillers they drill no joke
Skengs on the block there's loads
Do it in a four door truck
Or do it ten toes its nuttin'
Six seven my brothers
Circle small like bu*tons
Violence and money we love it
I'm f**ing these hookers and coming
Straight after I'm cutting
I'm f**ing these hookers and coming
I ain't inna the cuffing
Gang!
[Dimzy]
Don't piss my drillers off cuz
Certified man's drilling off
Hammers time we let spinners off
Bro thot down man's skiddin' off
Don't piss me off cuz
CID's tryna get me gone
But im still stepping on all these box
With spinners dem we lurk on road
I smoke too much pot
I put work on any block
If I need a stretch bro whip that up
Package it then man send that up
In the party with the 40's
And hella b**hes throw 60's up
In skengs we trucks that's risky stuff
In skengs we trust with these things and stuff
Money and violence we love it
Man fill up the clips and clutch it
Man bring out the skengs in public
Pull up in public crash it in public
44 corn like wattsits
When it goes off in the crowd collide and jump suttin like [?]
[LD]
Got an oozie lookin' all racist
I got 44 flats of hearts I can hope you can take it
Im violent wicked and bad
And my gun can do foul [?]
I shave man till it looks mad
And my bredrin' still tryna shave him
Bare man rap for the chords
Won't bang for their friends under the floor
Free Squeezy he was on the phone laughing
We all know he shudda got more
Cappa got more in front of all his friends
Yeah all of his friends dem saw
p**ys, free Skeng his on the wing chillin'
Cuz a n***a don't know what he saw
We got skengs in the ride lets lurk
Police ain't saving you snitchin' n***as
And you still get burst
BAW BAW
Beg gun round the kid try me and you will get burst
44s on the weight, [?] hair when I fly that work
I feel hench when I fly dem birds
{Part 2 Of Freestyle]
[LD]
f** all the opps
[Dimzy]
I got beef with the law (beef)
I used to step Soohs and hot step with the fours
Any estate do a little tour
Fire off corn show man war
Too much goals with scores
So how you gonna talk about scores
When your running from war
Im running from jail, cells and court
Motorway trips bare skr skr
Smoking dope bro but bro had a whip in sport
Nuff pengtings wanna do me
Said they wanna do me and gang on tour
Nuff three five, straight to the lungs
Like brodie, what is a draw?
He got wacked
He got chin sawed
How these punks gonna talk about scores
n***as chat to the papers
n***as write on papers
Procedures statements
I was with Jay motorway trips
Now they got his face on the papers
More time I got my mind on the papers
Chasing Elizabeth's faces
They had me on trial for some violence
But I thank lord I bust those cases
[Monkey]
67 my brodies, bang corn for my homies
Talking sticks talk guns
Come show me
Them man are just fibbing, there phonies
Mana man step get it correct
On point shots like Coby
Fill up the fours
Lurk on your block
You can end up with your homie
Put smoke in the ride with bro
Pull up baw baw
The four miles gonna say yo
Talking guns and d** you ain't got p's for a pole (dickheads)
Talking guns and d** you ain't got p's for a pole (no guappa)
Juking juking, all I know mummy said you can't be broke
So im bruckin' bricks down with bro
Guns Money Drugs, yeah man do this sh** on the road
Free Skeng and Jigga J
I can't wait till there home
Fill the mash to the dome
Yeah rolling round with some hotheads
Finger itch let it blow
Skengs out on any block
Go Milly Rock like they know
Do a drill take my shoes off
Chill with bae smoke dough
Man don't really trust a soul
If your [?] Im slapping that pole
[ASAP]
44s donkeys kicking
Sound of this drum you can hold with rhythms
Put holes in your coat and your hat if your slipping
Serious drilling
T-House living crack rock dishin
Tryna make me a k**ing
Cheff man with that Rambo out bare blood spilling
Free Benny that's bro when his home
Back to the pyrex whipping
The opps don't come to the hill
They say they do but their fibbing
Come to my block bare gunshots
Could be dipping
Fill the skengs up with hollows
No ones on the drive then we skr round 1 hoe
Make that crash, dem man dash
Stones come fat like Rocco
Make that crash, dem man dash
Stones come fat like Rocco
Am bud man bill it I don't wanna hit your loud
That spliff's tasting siggish
Peng lighty thickish doggystyle when I hit it
Make bands in the trap from the [?] im flipping
Running mans trap for the figures
[LD]
Mobbing, I told mum I wanna live healthy
Don't phone late that's the time im jogging
Really though man went jogging
Two L's up tryna spot him
This guns roo like Lowski
Had the corn, kettle and bop him!
67s all moist, they don't bang they do music
You stupid boy you confused it
Your gonna have me up tryna prove it
Dutty ped, dutty fours gonna shoot hearts
Like im Cupid
And my product off [?]
I ain't inviting man
You see this savage life I didn't choose it
You say your a driller show me
Big guns got me feeling like Tony
None of dem k**ed your friends
I gotta shout Incie still phone me
Bare man act like they know me
You can't spud man with your brodie
Got pengtings loving the gang
How the f** could a n***a like me get lonely?
Its mad how we f** up the music and we still do drill its bait
If we wanted man to know who did it
Then why would we hide our face
Man drill up estates drill up estates
Then I go do goals with bae
Man drill up estates drill up estates
Then I go do goals with bae
[Liquez]
Still pull up in a whip
357 on my hip
Live corn in my clip got Six
Redrum when my paigons slips
And them man know we take trips
And ima gun him down from his head to his hip
I went and got suttin
n***as know I don't slip
Why the f** would I talk
When my gun got hits
Gang and we lurk with things
f** all of my opps and they ain't piss
So why do they talk like this
Talking and talking with the gun I grip
You can get shot by this
And I ain't gonna stop
Till all of drop
So n***as know there pissed
Yeah n***as know there pissed
This skengs hot like Kay
Scribz's heads hot like birdie
Still lurk on your block with a big 44 that's certy
And if im with suttin then that skeng there turned dirty
But I still take it out there next day tryna do man dirty!