Hot Box Freestyle: S2-E5 (feat. Sava & OTP)

Fill it with corn, cock it and slap it, hold this wap, Becky a savage Bigga, big blade no cover, really tryna catch him and do him proper Don't lack in the O, be ready, you can get caught OT like Headie Hoods up, Transit door just slides, I've been on too many rides I love Chris Rich Hoods up, Transit door just slides, I've been on too many rides Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?" If he's throwing up O's then we'll take his life Ain't no joke when TP rides, ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry Big .44, that's what we rise, samurai swords, kitchen knives Hoods up, Transit doors just slides, I've been on too many rides Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?" If he's throwing up O's then we'll take his life Ain't no joke when TP rides, ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry Big .44, that's what we rise, samurai swords, kitchen knives Bigga, big blade no cover, really tryna catch him and do him proper Don't get caught on the ride or stutter, you'll end up six feet under That's ten in his back like Messi and two in the dots don't test me Just bless me, cah the words on the streets don't lie If Iarbs and GI are on him I'm on him, I won't even ask them why? Just jump in that dinger, with a rusty loaded spinner No cap when I step on the pitch, slap bally on my force like Mizz Don't get caught and sing like Tuggzy, don't sing like Izz On the trip tryna make it happen It's about time they done some clappings Round of applause, cah the ting came patterned Splash man down, left hand, he's staggered Talk on my name, that's ketchup splattered Get caught with your bae, don't run don't panic Pauses the ting when they see me back it Sauce on my blade, lil' man turn cabbage Pull up on your block and we ain't no guests TP crash the party, it's ments Run man down straight out their ends Don't scream, don't shout if I back this skeng This gun don't click 'cause it's filled with lead Step on the gas, we don't brake on bends No skin fades tryna hit mans head (no) Now I'm smoking on the L tryna pray he's dead Don't lack in the O, be ready, you can get caught OT like Headie Got the semi tryna aim it steady, close one eye, got the wap no Fetty And I get high with the 9, no Baby, you can get drilled by me or Eddie Cause some stress, put yutes on telly You can get popped in the T no cherry Go to the plug, don't do con, cats in the bando, ain't no Tom Swing my blade but they still sing song how You telling these lies what the fuck are you on? Dezzie don't ride 'cause his kidneys Gone, buck into us then your ride gets long TP gang, ask what we're on we rise them skengs then rap on songs Don't slip in the pitch like Gerrard, cah that's 2 in your back like Neville When they see me, they seeing the devil, saw my man then I clean it with Dettol Then it's, it's straight to the dungeons, TP that's Ducketts Common Don't try run, don't try run, run out of breath and you will get bun How can you say that TP don't crash? Yet we created this beef We were there, just creeping in flats They forgetting them times when we had all of dem man just doing up dash Them man vanish, trip on your block and it might be tragic No wonder why them man panic On the opp block man's lean and cocking With the dot-dot aim high, no stopping Do it non-stop, see bodies dropping Hit one of them, now my top needs washing With the rambo, Xin Zhao, bro got him When we ride out we feed them losses Back the .9 out, don't give no tosses On the front line where the opps ain't crossing Fill it with corn, cock it and slap it, hold this wap, Becky a savage He tried run, slip, then panic, close one eye when we have them dashing Told my man that I ain't on chattings, big 15 unclipped for splashings Saw three of them, two just vanished, done it on the net 'cause they do it for the fashion Lurky, lurky, with a mop, no beater, on the Farm block I'm a local cleaner Two shanks up, big five seater fuck your mate can't sip no litre Hit his bro, can't sip some either, force my shank till it goes in deeper This blade is a well known leaker, Glock 19, I'm a opp block creeper Hoods up, Transit door just slides, I've been on too many rides Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?" If he's throwing up O's then we'll take his life Ain't no joke when TP rides, ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry Big .44, that's what we rise, samurai swords, kitchen knives Hoods up, Transit doors just slides, I've been on too many rides Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?" If he's throwing up O's then we'll take his life Ain't no joke when TP rides, ching, gotta go, swing make mumzy's cry Big .44 that's what we rise, samurai swords, kitchen knives