Freestyle

Grrr Su, suwoo Gang, gang, gang, gang, you know who it is already (Sting like Aybee) Big rassclart T.Scam, fresh home You know the fucking vibe Free the hitters, shout the killers, man Some AGB, FSG, NRB shit (Ayo, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold) Suwoo Active Gxng (Gang), anything goes (Goes) Running it up, ain't got time for ho's (Ho's) ZKs, hand tings, rusty poles How you scream R.I.P. when you left your bro? (How?) I was looking at fifteen years Barrister done magic like Dynamo I'll jump out, bait with my peers Swing, ching and ruin your clothes Active Gxng, anything goes Running it up, ain't got time for ho's ZKs, hand tings, rusty poles How you scream R.I.P. when you left your bro? I was looking at fifteen years Barrister done magic like Dynamo I'll jump out, bait with my peers Swing, ching and ruin your clothes My east ting wan' do it like Burner and Steff (Sweet one) But I'm in the T, and bro's being a chef (Ah) Boxes get shot like Reckz Pebs fly like Lebz, tryna send out a text S, S and S, that's chests and necks Don't care if your wham, try rip through pecks (Ching, ching) If you're from the 5 then you know the vibe Get caught on a glide, might end up dead (Bow) I'ma lean out the ride on a gang ting with this hand ting And let sweeties fly out the star (Skrr, skrr) I'm with my bros in the stolen car Someone show me where the opp boys are (Where they at?) Corn move quick, so you better run far Buck a opp in jail, that's a insta' alarm Sit on the fence, keep thinking we're calm 'Til you see a firearm at the end of my arm (True) I don't know for these brand new goons (Goons) They jump on road then jump in zoots (Zoots) Then their mumzy jumps on the news And told the whole world it was a good yute (Dickhead) Golden, brown with the tightest cooch She gon' suck my dick in this coupe (Sweet one) She said she wan' yuck me all the way home Now, one more Waze, choosing the long route (Badders) If you see my boys in the hood Better run off quick, or you'll end up like Minty (Ricky) Rams in and out now, my blade's all sticky Clean it and dash, and dice up my grub like Vicky (True) My hands in the air, I ain't doing a wave Hand ting or the gauge, I ain't really picky You gon' take shots if broski turn up Now, you're on the floor, feelin' more than tipsy You don't wanna buck Broadday Assassin He'll put a bell, firm in your head like a durag 'Cah if you throw up a 5, or Q Now, he's sitting in heaven thinking "Why did I do that?" I heard my man wanted to rap Now, he can spit bars with Biggie and 2Pac (Ha) I'ma jump out the ride like "Who's that?" Back my wap, try send him to the gulag (Dead boy) I came out of jail then went back in My shank went in, and it came back out (Phew) I just hit my brownie, real quickly Leave this wap in her house, and my kids in her mouth (Heh) She's arching her back on the sofa Pull out and buss all over the couch (Uh-ha) Them man there jus' do it for the clout And I highly doubt that they gonna ride out (Uh-ha) I got no remorse for these opps Bro died, I was riding out non-stop (Bap, bap) Since then bare man got got Three man got dropped, see their face on a T-Shirt top (LOL) I been touring this block for hours This bike keeps clicking, I'm feeling hot (Hot) But I can't take this bally off my face So once again, that's Scam in the dock (Goddamn) He got cheffed and sent to the doc' But the doc' couldn't save him, his heart already stopped (True) You don't wanna see BA taking shots If you're in his lens then you're gonna get dropped Try ride, and the script got flipped He got chinged and chopped Man, I guess that flopped (Jokeman) This wap is older than my pops The rambo's unclipped, and the handy's copped Active Gxng (Gang), anything goes (Goes) Running it up, ain't got time for ho's (Ho's) ZKs, hand tings, rusty poles How you scream R.I.P. when you left your bro? (How?) I was looking at fifteen years Barrister done magic like Dynamo I'll jump out, bait with my peers Swing, ching and ruin your clothes Active Gxng, anything goes Running it up, ain't got time for ho's ZKs, hand tings, rusty poles How you scream R.I.P. when you left your bro? I was looking at fifteen years Barrister done magic like Dynamo I'll jump out, bait with my peers Swing, ching and ruin your clothes Swear that's Ekayy Sting like Aybee