NR - HB Freestyle (Season 3) [feat. Young A6]

When I backed it live, I just see him ski-daddle He's on b*t*hin', snitchin', Randall Got me thinkin' that he ain't worth the hale But I still go 'round with a nuzzle Rise it, bang, leave him bamboozled Turn him to herbs, I ain't talkin' no basel So you know gang loadin' a brush 'Cah time is money, and we don't do no haggle Time is money, we don't do hagglin' I unfilled that ting from Sheath Had seven neeks all fkin' staggerin' It's like "Come here, you left your pride" When I give backshots, Tizzy ain't daggerin' I go skitz when I'm out on a glide Fix-It Felix won't stop hammerin' Then I guess me and him are alike Four vets in a blacked out ride Two YGs follow us on a bike Try jump that fence, must think that he's Jordan He done left his bros like Mike Four got-got, he's the Jackson 5 Must be smart, man, he knows to hide I'm drivin' a car, bro holds the .9 Na, if you get stopped then we holdin' time (Ay, ay) Backed it bait, and I saw man panickin' Vanishin', big ZK gonna damage him You call me a Catford Judas Some might call me a Lewisham Anakin Who said that we just do music? Me I got strips and bits I'm managin' But I can't say that I don't want payback Score me a goal with the pole, just bangin' it Quickly like the way they run Swiftly, I'ma aim this gun Pack on pressed, and it's got man stressed But opp block charged, the way they come So we keep it movin' Four years and around, we're cruisin' Stayin' on point, man, I can't be snoozin' Why? He love chasin' fun Anyone K'D, don't get yourself yinged up Might get dead if I itch this finger I know my man, he's a patty He was a baller, now, he's a sprinter I'm gaed that someone's done Beef gets pipin' hot in the winter Still tryna catch me another one DJ Khalid, or Master Splinter Play the game, or get played I got lined up once by a b*t*h But I had my blade, and I made man skate I got more than a shank on me When I ride, I'm itchin' to blam man's face Wanna know what I'm on nowadays? Come see back then, two man, three days You should know that I'm sick with blades But I'm also quick to drive that gauge 15 years old, caught AM case I bust that lack 'cah the way I prayed 17, got bagged with a yank on me Yet again, Lucii got away Then I got bagged, kway out of YA 3 shanks on me, I still bust that case Praised deep down, that's Satan ways The rambo's big, but the ZK's bigger You talk on net, some online fibber When I talk on a track, it's facts Work I've mashed on all of your bredders Step on your block, that's sauce on pavements Paigons, step out, I need them hammers I had a dream last night with demons Woke up angry and really felt better I don't know why they talk on Lucii All of my opps have run from my wetter Nobody's touched this Turkish fella So why do they still give verbal? Two of the paigons died this year Pack hash, herbal Gimme the drop, I'll turn up quick That's me, YA tryna make man purple