[Intro: Joey Clipstar]
Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyle
Now this one's been most requested so no more talking is allowed to be done
Nito, HB Freestyle
[Chorus]
Pretty new blocks but they all look brass, fly OT and go get lacag
I’m beefin' neeks that ain't got teeth but go and make songs when I talk 'bout waps
I'm beefin' twats that go make raps about how they ride but they chill with yats
I'm stating facts, I beg man give me a chance, I’ll turn this yute to a stat
[Verse 1]
Put a wap in a ride, what a standard procedure, I'm eager to go find me a paigon
Broski's with it, his shank game's wicked, he's on the opp block putting blood on the pavement
Big stainless or the 9 millimeter, both eager to come out and meet ya
No greetings when I see drug dealers, donny was screaming, attention seeker
Me and bro came back to the hood, we thought it was in but we hit that woodwork
My opps had brilliant footwork
All do legs when the tires screech and this shotgun sneezes, I call that good work
You don't wanna see the handting all in the mitts cah I'm straight aiming at your hood first
If I run up in yards, that's everyone down, I don't care 'bout the people visitin'
Unlimited sweets, man's dishing it, big boy bike and I'm tryna get rid of him
Can't come to the hood, prohibited, hit him with one-two like he was pivoting
This beef is frying, sizzling, Gang Unit when the guys imprisonment
If I'm in the ride, I'm fidgeting, big bruck back so I ain't too comfy, gotta place that just under my knees
I just found me a new plug and I jerked him, guess he got charged a delivery fee
Fly OT and I out this parcel, looks like the kit for the team Newcastle
Little bro's out there, grub in his arsehole, T-T dark came nothing like charcoal
Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyle
Now this one's been most requested so no more talking is allowed to be done
Nito, HB Freestyle
[Chorus]
Pretty new blocks but they all look brass, fly OT and go get lacag
I’m beefin' neeks that ain't got teeth but go and make songs when I talk 'bout waps
I'm beefin' twats that go make raps about how they ride but they chill with yats
I'm stating facts, I beg man give me a chance, I’ll turn this yute to a stat
[Verse 1]
Put a wap in a ride, what a standard procedure, I'm eager to go find me a paigon
Broski's with it, his shank game's wicked, he's on the opp block putting blood on the pavement
Big stainless or the 9 millimeter, both eager to come out and meet ya
No greetings when I see drug dealers, donny was screaming, attention seeker
Me and bro came back to the hood, we thought it was in but we hit that woodwork
My opps had brilliant footwork
All do legs when the tires screech and this shotgun sneezes, I call that good work
You don't wanna see the handting all in the mitts cah I'm straight aiming at your hood first
If I run up in yards, that's everyone down, I don't care 'bout the people visitin'
Unlimited sweets, man's dishing it, big boy bike and I'm tryna get rid of him
Can't come to the hood, prohibited, hit him with one-two like he was pivoting
This beef is frying, sizzling, Gang Unit when the guys imprisonment
If I'm in the ride, I'm fidgeting, big bruck back so I ain't too comfy, gotta place that just under my knees
I just found me a new plug and I jerked him, guess he got charged a delivery fee
Fly OT and I out this parcel, looks like the kit for the team Newcastle
Little bro's out there, grub in his arsehole, T-T dark came nothing like charcoal
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