Tower Hill Freestyle

Bando

(Boi, brrrr, brrrr, boy dead)

O way or no way

(Brrr, boi)

O's up or get soaked up

(You know the vibe)

Free Slim

(Gak, gak)

Free the fucking O

(Boi, boi, boi) Listen, yo

Yo

Eleven shots up out the glizz, my **** peppers dons

You know I got it if you see me wit' my leathers on

Yo and we don't care about the time nor the weather, don

We get the drop, we're turning up to do your steppers wrong (Listen)

And fans asking if I'm beefing wit' Russ

Bands ain't beefing wit Russ, I'll let my killer hit your pathway

I can never have beef from the internet (Why?)

I'ma bad boy I got beef up on ****

I ain't really got beef wit' the ****

They're tired, I'd rather go pattern some next beef (Listen)

My **** cheffed **** (What?)

Free him up so I can wet **** (Haha)

If she's over there, won't let the sket leave (Young ho)

'Cause if you're chilling wit' the paigons

Then we're gonna make your life mayhem

Gun powder, that's my fragrance (Suwoooo)

Another opp gotta rest in peace

And if I buck you one-on-one, you think I'll let you leave (Never)

I guarantee I'll soak you up and leave you next to trees (Ching-ying!)

My **** next to me and we ain't doing ecstasy

We get the drop and do a drill, that's how it's meant to be

Long live bro, all for you bodies gon' drop (Boi)

The opps ain't safe even when they get their car washed

I need a milli, label said I'm not far off

The A&R's on my back, I'm a star boss (Bando)

And 40 bags on my neck, I'm only 20, bro

My killys locked, still hear me on his stereo

They say I always pop o's like a cheerio

They got my name in their mouth, I'm like "Here we go!"

I'm back and forth in the booth, call it booth trapping

Spoke on my ****'s name, he done two slappings

And you ain't ever seen the glizz wit' a laser (Never)

My little bro gripped that and had to shoot at him

They're aiming for legs, we ain't giving no leggys out (Leggys out)

Hit his headie now

Gunman will step for the kid and they ready now

Anything can pop up for sale, get your readies out

Up the 44 and cause nuttin' but fatal damage

They want war wit' the Gs, you think they will manage (Never)

This 17 holds a lot in the clip, bro (Woi woi)

We pull up to a function, at least 8 will have it

Bros white Airs were looking like red Forces

They're hearing it wrong, fuck your dead sources

I'm making money now, I need a stead mortgage (A yard though)

So I can live life, buy some red Porsches

And why you preeing in the dance if you haven't got it? (Haven't got it)

It's getting people hurt, you fellas gotta stop it (True, though)

We dance wit' bare rammys and a couple rockets (Boi)

I know the party's nice, but we gotta lock it (B-Bandz)