100mph Freestyle X2

The yardman told us "watch and learn Whip it properly" No time for a stop and search If I got it on me My next bro got a zombie killer Tryna turn man zombie Used to grab light from the Turks Even though I found them dodgy Been trapped in the trap all week I'm still with K and he know that he flip loads Been burnin' bridges Nothin' like the one in San Fransisco Hate flashin' lights Prolly why I never went school prom or disco Bro tap that twice And make sure you leave some brain on the window Put a hand on one of my slimes Of course I'm 100 lurkin' I know I'm a rapper But if I see them, man, it's a hundred curtains I was in OT two times Nearly got caught by the one time servin' Thank God that I didn't 'Cause it would have been a cold cell in Surrey This war can't get watered Why the fuck are you talking peaceful? Just got a new woosh What the fuck do we need a receipt for? On my lap I got me a pump But this one ain't spittin' out diesel This foreign ain't got a clutch My left foot's finna get pins and needles I don't chat no girl 'bout street shit But I don't wanna talk 'bout star signs If she's real, she's real If she's not, it's cool Let me hit like twice then archive I ain't got more friends than bisheads 'Cause friends ain't there through the hard times Like the time I went down to my last bill Had to hit country with NatNice Miles away, tryna make these packs fly Hopin' that the bando pops This phone won't give it a rest And now I'm in and out of the bando lots The front door's on a hinge I can't make sure that the bando's locked Plus I'm on edge Pray the crib don't get boomed I know that the bandos hot My neighbor's high off B I don't even know why I sold him that Rollin' time, man rollin' black Still tryna turn the broke boy's pack Still tryna leave a paigon dead Weren't even them that took my friend Man better change their friendship group Hang with them, then you're one of dem Let's not talk 'bout dem, that's dead And let's not talk 'bout drip that's wet My rambo got more drip than them But then again, it got its drip from them Let's not talk 'bout them, that's dead And let's not talk 'bout drip that's wet My rambo got more drip than them But then again, it got its drip from them Joe tryna fling his flicky reckless Where your necklace is? Said she don't like hood niggas But rates my ting 'cause I got elegance I can name six opps that done got chinged And ain't done a thing like ever since Fed think it was me on a bike with a ting Too bad they ain't got enough evidence When it's ridin' time, I'm ridin' 'Cause I'm all like that Told bro "Don't aim for his legs He don't even kick ball like that" I know a few plugs I wouldn't rap Got a new ting, better not jam Got new beef, better not lack Shawty wan' fuck, better give hat Just blew Jakes Made it back crib What a close call Gotta give thanks Remember them days Broke as shit Can't afford guns Gotta use shanks This SUV must be scary Didn't pop doors, that nigga ran Still A-Team, everybody know that But gang say "C go studio, trap" I'm with savages in the studio, akh Can't run up on me while I'm making a track Used to bop OT before the NSG track A thousand pounds and I'm done with this pack Ounce of dark How much is the shoes on my feet? Got an ounce of dark in my bag Plugs that ever got robbed for their tings I'll be real, no point tryna holla me back Boring friday night, doing hand-to-hands Could have gone Tape or PRYZM Local CIDs just want me in a Serco van on the way to prison Missin' (easy baby)