100mph Freestyle X2

The yardman told us "watch and learn
Whip it properly"
No time for a stop and search
If I got it on me
My next bro got a zombie killer
Tryna turn man zombie
Used to grab light from the Turks
Even though I found them dodgy
Been trapped in the trap all week
I'm still with K and he know that he flip loads

Been burnin' bridges
Nothin' like the one in San Fransisco
Hate flashin' lights
Prolly why I never went school prom or disco
Bro tap that twice
And make sure you leave some brain on the window
Put a hand on one of my slimes

Of course I'm 100 lurkin'
I know I'm a rapper
But if I see them, man, it's a hundred curtains
I was in OT two times
Nearly got caught by the one time servin'
Thank God that I didn't
'Cause it would have been a cold cell in Surrey
This war can't get watered
Why the fuck are you talking peaceful?

Just got a new woosh
What the fuck do we need a receipt for?
On my lap I got me a pump
But this one ain't spittin' out diesel
This foreign ain't got a clutch
My left foot's finna get pins and needles
I don't chat no girl 'bout street shit

But I don't wanna talk 'bout star signs
If she's real, she's real
If she's not, it's cool
Let me hit like twice then archive
I ain't got more friends than bisheads
'Cause friends ain't there through the hard times
Like the time I went down to my last bill
Had to hit country with NatNice

Miles away, tryna make these packs fly
Hopin' that the bando pops
This phone won't give it a rest
And now I'm in and out of the bando lots
The front door's on a hinge
I can't make sure that the bando's locked
Plus I'm on edge
Pray the crib don't get boomed

I know that the bandos hot
My neighbor's high off B
I don't even know why I sold him that
Rollin' time, man rollin' black
Still tryna turn the broke boy's pack
Still tryna leave a paigon dead
Weren't even them that took my friend
Man better change their friendship group

Hang with them, then you're one of dem
Let's not talk 'bout dem, that's dead
And let's not talk 'bout drip that's wet
My rambo got more drip than them
But then again, it got its drip from them
Let's not talk 'bout them, that's dead
And let's not talk 'bout drip that's wet
My rambo got more drip than them
But then again, it got its drip from them

Joe tryna fling his flicky reckless
Where your necklace is?
Said she don't like hood niggas
But rates my ting 'cause I got elegance
I can name six opps that done got chinged
And ain't done a thing like ever since
Fed think it was me on a bike with a ting
Too bad they ain't got enough evidence
When it's ridin' time, I'm ridin'

'Cause I'm all like that
Told bro "Don't aim for his legs
He don't even kick ball like that"
I know a few plugs I wouldn't rap
Got a new ting, better not jam
Got new beef, better not lack
Shawty wan' fuck, better give hat

Just blew Jakes
Made it back crib
What a close call
Gotta give thanks
Remember them days
Broke as shit
Can't afford guns
Gotta use shanks
This SUV must be scary
Didn't pop doors, that nigga ran

Still A-Team, everybody know that
But gang say "C go studio, trap"
I'm with savages in the studio, akh
Can't run up on me while I'm making a track
Used to bop OT before the NSG track
A thousand pounds and I'm done with this pack
Ounce of dark
How much is the shoes on my feet?

Got an ounce of dark in my bag
Plugs that ever got robbed for their tings
I'll be real, no point tryna holla me back
Boring friday night, doing hand-to-hands
Could have gone Tape or PRYZM
Local CIDs just want me in a Serco van on the way to prison
Missin' (easy baby)