
Hotbox Freestyle Sin Squad (SS) (Ft. Bully B, LR & TP (NPK))
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[Intro]
Yo, entourage
KF Beats
[Verse 1: Bully B]
Just got back from the landin'
Fouyad had his ear all flappin'
Cah, I was on his block tryna pack him
Bully B, I'm known for the shankings
Mad ting, drenched that up and then vanished
Turn all of my opps dem package
Catchin' M's like Mixtape Madness
Broski's tellin' me slap it
But this hand ting's just jammin' on a mad ting
I'm like free all the guys on the landin'
Trust me, free all the guys on the landin'
And I ain't getting wrapped like Snap
Lack, you'll get your rarted clapped
And don't go lie on tracks
If you're slappin' out corn then we're slappin' it back
Cah, we run Haringey map
But I still move bricks like Lego
If you come to the Lane, it's a wrap
Buds come lookin' like Mello
And left me feelin' like Lampz
Them man over there are celibate
Cah they're always bussin' off blanks
This .44 knocks down elephants
And the shells go spread like jam
Yo, entourage
KF Beats
[Verse 1: Bully B]
Just got back from the landin'
Fouyad had his ear all flappin'
Cah, I was on his block tryna pack him
Bully B, I'm known for the shankings
Mad ting, drenched that up and then vanished
Turn all of my opps dem package
Catchin' M's like Mixtape Madness
Broski's tellin' me slap it
But this hand ting's just jammin' on a mad ting
I'm like free all the guys on the landin'
Trust me, free all the guys on the landin'
And I ain't getting wrapped like Snap
Lack, you'll get your rarted clapped
And don't go lie on tracks
If you're slappin' out corn then we're slappin' it back
Cah, we run Haringey map
But I still move bricks like Lego
If you come to the Lane, it's a wrap
Buds come lookin' like Mello
And left me feelin' like Lampz
Them man over there are celibate
Cah they're always bussin' off blanks
This .44 knocks down elephants
And the shells go spread like jam
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