Freestyle

Ayy (Mora Beats) AGBs, Active Gxng (Ayy, Mobz, that sounds wavey) (Yeah, Sin made this sound wavy) Been Active Gxng, I stay Active Gxng Free Armed Response, free the fucking guys Got SWavey in the building with me, you see me? (Elevate, this mix sounds mad) Gang, gang, gang No half heart ching, I'm pushin' it all in Exit wounds when I get to the borin' Had me a dream, I dropped 10 opps Then woke up charged like tonight I'm scorin' .44s in a four door, we tourin' Stepped out of jail, had the crime rate soarin' They're stressed out every mornin' Wake up, worst nightmare, still walkin' Wake up, bill a opp pack, what flavor? How many heads got put on my shaver? On a dark night, make you see that light Violate gang, you can meet your maker I'm from the certified grove, that's Agar Anything goes for Active Gxng Kept his life when the hand ting jammed He lost his soul when the hand ting banged Got left in the 10, now Hell's his home We leave man flat on the pavement snorin' Do it with tekkers, floor him, bore him How's he alive? I should've put more in Open heads, I don't eat brains I fed my zombie right there on the mains BA got the wickedest aim, insane Want clout, I'mma give you fame Every time I smoke, I'mma say your name I can't tell you my favourite strain I told them babe, I'm different to them Got brains, disappear like David Blaine But really, I'm different to them But a hoe is a hoe so let's not pretend If we ain't holdin' a skeng or havin' man yutes Then I'll never see you again I don't play games when it comes to vengeance End him, that is my happiest endin' Drench him, dig 'til my samurai bendin' Twist it, rearrange your intestines Stretch him, 6 feet deep where I send him Pop them doors, make the skattiest entrance Bro caught 1, I'm chasing his bredrins Who's gonna trip? I'ma dig out their chestplate Ching man down, while his best mate spectate Tape that strip then come back the next day Red tape, all the local opp estates A way, gang love glide like segway Catch K's, don't need to piss on the man's grave I'm the reason there's worms in the man's face What's Plan B?, there was never a Plan A Drill for the A, that's gang way Two guns up, three samurai swords You can get corned or bored I ain't tryna leave 'til suttin' get caught My blade gotta come back covered in sauce He's addin' a K on gang for the clout and whores I ying man down for the cause, of course I ain't gonna say who turnt him corpse But all of my dargs got blood on their paws Bro stepped out with a stick, just wavin' Clappin' it off like a standin' ovation Bro's frustrated, told him "Patience" Same day, man turn a opp boy patient How's man got chat for the Agars? Every opp block, our guns been blazin' Must be mad if you think I'm the only sav', my whole gang's ragin' The judge might throw me a thirty If I don't pattern, I cover my traces New boots with the three digit laces Next crime scene, I have hella shell cases Grind 2 G's and face it Now this ding-dong feel like a spaceship He didn't make it, he didn't make it Rap 'bout them, now I might just make it Every time I smoke, I'mma say your name I can't tell you my favourite strain I told them babe, I'm different to them Got brains, disappear like David Blaine But really, I'm different to them But a hoe is a hoe so let's not pretend If we ain't holdin' a skeng or havin' man yutes Then I'll never see you again (Mora Beats) (Ayy, Mobz, that sounds wavey) (Yeah, Sin made this sound wavy)