Lightwork Freestyle 7th (Ft. Yanko & Y.CB)

[Intro: Y.CB]
K6
Can't believe that I'm beefing *****, writing statements, that nigga's mistaken
My teams established, rated, most hated in the hood, it's blatant
Get round there, it's vacant
Frustrated, 'cause I really wanna tape it
They act for then net but shit gets ments when we flip the script like we're pages

[Verse 1: Yanko]
If I step round there with the turner
I pray they don't sing like Tina
Free Vandoe, locked for the murder
Shh got hit by the front of the Beamer
Three man dropped, so the paigons teamed up
They all still blow like Tulisa
We don't see gun smoke in the Ga7a, unless it's us tryna test our beaters
We eat up the beef like burgers
Saw five guys now they're covered in sauce
My niggas are akhi, don't fuck with pork
How could the pigs try get 'em to talk?
Fat boy was on life support but really and truly he should've turned corpse
I'm Blackwater of course, before Ford squad we was hopping out Fords
We score goals on all of these gems
Kiz in the field like Zenit
He ain't tryna play no footy
He's corning man with all these pellets
I wanna beat this wap more than her
Now this beanie's getting jealous
Ran up on them and they tried exit
Then he left red like it's that time of the month for a bitch
Free Reeko, he's a trapper
Could've built a house with all of these bricks
Forest Gate, that's my fucking strip
The opps don't come, they know it's a slip
Bucked that brudda at Dixy
Wanted to eat but he ate my ching
He wanted to eat but he ate my ching