Lightwork Freestyle

Yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah Yozora Yah They want me nicked, they want me slammed Fuckin' snitch had me on remand How you gonna rap on drill but don't do drills, you're just a fan, yah Hit that block with our kid, left it taped, put that on gang, yah Put that on gang, on gang, on gang, on gang, put that on gang (Woo) How's my man tryna chat my name? What a fuckin' victim You haven't even made no dough this year And you look like a fuckin' pigeon Tremz a cheeky bastard, I'll have your ma just doin' me dishes, yah Just scrubbin' me dishes, scrubbin' me dishes, scrubbin' me dishes Probation got me movin' nuts, ask them man how we froze I coulda just lived at the gaff But my man snitched, now everyone knows Had to jog back to the whip to stash the thing, ask Pilot Jones (Ha) The bros was tryna glide as well, had to tell 'em to leave it alone They want me dead up They want me done, I'm still alive, suck your mum (Ha) I know that I could crush her, she wants to see my weapon an' fumes She said, "Who goes hard like Tremz?" I said, "No one, you should know that" He got shot on the shoulder He should show you that with a throwback, look Love me, love me not, it's fuck the world, I've got my squad, yah Step out in the trackies, he steal your bitch, put that on God, yah Bust down watch was yours at ten, that's mine by 12 o'clock Love me, love me nots, love me, love me not, yah I just banged your sister, now she braggin', what a jezzy I coulda tapped her mates as well But I was too tired already (Serious) And even though we fuck, I have to tell her that she's my g Brand new wap from a O.T., old school just like auntie Ivy, look I'm about war, not truce, look My man there he used to be my brother I wouldn't even call him Bruce (Nope) Nah, I'm about action fiercely, put another Ket' wig on the news Step out in these Mallards, you couldn't even live one day in my shoes Nah (Stylish), no way, yah I smoke cali by the pound, you'll get gunshot by the round 'Cause Scouse trappin', yeah, I made that shit, Tremzy by the sound It's homage how they pay me, boy, I'd rather that in pounds, yah Pounds, pounds, pounds, pounds, pounds They want me nicked, they want me slammed Fuckin' snitch got me on remand How you gonna rap on drill but you don't do drills, you're just a fan, yah Hit that block with our kid, left it taped, put that on gang, yah Put that on gang, on gang, on gang On gang, put that on gang (On gang) How's my man tryna chat my name? What a fuckin' victim You haven't even made no dough this year And you look like a fuckin' pigeon Tremz a cheeky bastard I'll have your ma just doin' me dishes, yah (Nice) Just scrubbin' me dishes, scrubbin' me dishes, scrubbin' me dishes Lifestyle of Scouse trapper, still hit licks even though I'm a rapper Youse get ate like a turkish platter Man had 14 in the slapper, slap it Yah is the new ad-lib, madness, doin' up badness I'm just here for the money and badders Money and badders, money and badders, yas I love me a sweet one (Yeah), but I love me them hood ones too (True) I step out in designer, fuck a step, I'll rag out too (Nice) The bullets I got don't fit the .38 And I'm stuck, don't know what to do (Uh) I'm back to the rusty shotty Up-close chest shot, you know how we do, yah Put your foot on the brake (Woo) How's the traphouse gettin' the raid? We only just started today, cut the head off a snake Someone's snitchin' and waitin' for Jakes I swear this feels so fake (Yozora) See how the diamonds buss out the bezels These girls love me and me mates, yah Slap it