Bonkaz - One Take Freestyle lyrics

[Verse] What's the word? What the word is Three young n***as on the curb with the burners That's three 9's, no emergency service Man can never burst me with verses I went from, serving food to serving my purpose Always win doe when I'm working this curtains I don't write bars to make man laugh If that was the case, n***a, I would work in a circus New MCs, I'm one of the top earners 25 bills for the show, man are murkers Man are not built for the road, man are nervous Don't take Ls though I roll with the learners Man can't tell me bout badman, tell em make a badman Bun em like coal in the furnace I don't need Google Maps where I come from Or a postcode for the roads cause I learnt in Bonkaz, wanna see old-school Bonkaz? ERZ on the N, that Bonkaz Stolen ped on the ends, that Bonkaz Black rucksack with a skeng, that's Bonkz Spin a man, spin him again, that's Bonkz Spin a man, I'll spin him and his friend, that's Bonkz Don't start him, you can't end that Bonkz Trending topic on the trends, like Bonkz Warlord ting, I'm on my Riko Dan Big Flowdan, any type of dan Badman afraid of any type of man Come back with a burner any time around Yardman flow cause I'm a yardman Blud, you wanna get a little fire like you're Charmander You ain't ever ever had a burner in your life But if you did, I would probably disarm man Blud, I got a million flows, which one? It's a million ways to die, pick one Any time the stakes are high, the kid won Two choices, survive or get spun Where I come from you get ride or get bun Everyone mash to buy the next one Man better swallow his pride, you'd get shot with a .9 You'd be bodied alive, your life'll get done I ain't the one to make fun of Best MCs in the game, I'm one of I'm the kind of a man that'll run a man down You're the kinda man that'll run off Tell a man sod off New gun sounding like bod-off Man can't walk through my ends on a hype ting Who do you think that's because of? Got a white ting with the sauce like jollof Man talk sh**, get his jaw size spun off And I got a yardman uncle lives in Jamaica Who got his first gun from [?] You're the kind of man that'll give his number to a gyal And follow her on the 'gram because she never hollered You're the kind of man that'll go and get yourself into a state and changed up like pounds and dollars I like your girl so you'd better go defend your girl I might DM your girl Bunch of flowers I might send your girl Couple hours, I might get your girl All it really takes is a little bit of game With a little fame for me to finesse your girl Come to your trap, you'll be giving me the Ps Start kicking in door and repress your belt I ain't gotta make a scene One of the best MCs in the scene Man said he's better than me, I said 'Seen' Big man I can't believe what I'm seeing Must be a dream, don't wanna start with me Ain't Griminal but I'm a nasty G Show me a list of the new MCs I'm one of the Big Six, you can ask T.E. I'm like Tyson If there ain't a belt on the line, I ain't fighting Sittin' in the cell for some time, I was riding I ain't nuttin' like him I ain't even writing No pen, no pad, I'm just vibing Don't get me mad, cause I'm violent She won't text you back cause I'm piping I got new flows and I use those when I'm bored Do roll with a few bros in a Ford Shoot smoke, make a yute go to the morgue Put a few holes in your new coat with a sword Man's scream like a dime piece, just perfect Bruddas try me, why mate? It's not worth it Grimey, give me lifey, I'll burst it My YG, no ID, it's just murky Your wifey is my sidepiece, man's certain It's likely you don't like me, man's hurting You don't like me, I'm lively, man's working My girl Chinese, rice piece, still we jerking I'm from the 90s, high speed, white Ts, Lighties like me, I be, I'm swerving Grime piece like a dime piece, let's wait Grime piece like a dime piece, that's perfect King of the flows, I got the flows on smash I got the money on my card and my bros got cash Making money off the bars, and my bros got plaques Know I got heats so you know I got hats I'm super-duper ga**ed Cross the line, I'm due to shoot the mash Pop the .9, I was moving food for cash Where's Carlos? I'll stick to truth and facts (Bonkaz)