Hotbox Freestyle
Fill it with corn, cock it and slap it
Hold this wap, Becky a savage
Bigga, big blade, no cover
Really tryna catch him and do him proper
Don't lack in the O, be ready
You can get caught OT like headie
Hoods up, transit door just slides
I've been on too many rides
(I love Chris Rich)
Hoods up, transit door just slides
I've been on too many rides
Lil' bro asked, "Who should he knife?"
If he's throwing up O's, then we'll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides
Ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry
Big 44, that's what we rise
Samurai swords, kitchen knives
Hoods up, transit door just slides
I've been on too many rides
Lil' bro asked, "Who should he knife?"
If he's throwing up O's, then we'll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides
Ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry
Big 44, that's what we rise
Samurai swords, kitchen knives
Bigga, big blade, no cover
Really tryna catch him and do him proper
Don't get caught on the ride or stutter
You'll end up six feet under
That's ten in his back like Messi
And two in the dots, don't test me
Just bless me
Cah the words on the street don't lie
If larbs and GI are on him, I'm on him
I won't even ask them why
Just jump in that singer
With a rusty loaded spinner
No cap when I step on the pitch
Slap Bally on my force like Mizz
Don't get caught and sing like - don't sing like -
On the trip tryna make it happen
It's about time they done some clappings
Round of applause, cah the ting came patterned
Splash man down, left hand, he's staggered
Talk on my name, that's ketchup splattered
Get caught with your bae, don't run, don't panic
Pauses the ting, when they see me back it
Sauce on my blade, lil' man turned cabbage
Pull up on your block and we ain't no guests
TP crash the party, it's ments
Run man down, straight out their ends
Don't scream, don't shout if I back this skeng
This gun don't click 'cause it's filled with lead
Step on the gas, we don't brake on bends
No skin fades, tryna hit man's head
Now I'm smoking on the L tryna pray he's dead
Don't lack in the O, be ready
You can get caught OT like headie
Got the semi, tryna aim it steady
Close one eye, got the wap, no Fetty
And get high with the nine, no baby
You can get drilled by me or Eddie
'Cause some stress, put yutes on telly
You can get popped in the T, no cherry
Go to the plug, don't do con
Cats in the Bando, ain't no Tom
Swing my blade, but they still sing song
How you telling these lies, what the fuck are you on?
Deezie don't ride 'cause his kidney's gone
Buck into us then your ride gets long
TP gang ask what we're on
We rise them skengs then rap on songs
Don't slip in the field like Gerrard
Cah that's two in your back like Neville
When they see me, they seeing the devil
Saw my man then I clean it with Dettol
Then it's, it's straight to the dungeon, TP that's Duckett common
Don't try run, don't try run
Run out of breath and you will get bun
How can you say that TP don't crash?
Yet we created this beef
We were there just creeping in flats
They forgetting them times
When we had all of them man just doing up dash
Then man vanish
Trip on your block and it might be tragic
No wonder why them man panic
On the opp block, man's lean and cocking
With the dot dot, aim high, no stopping
Do it non-stop, see bodies dropping
Hit one of them, now my top needs washing
With the Rambo Xin Zhao, bro got him
When we ride out, we feed them losses
Back the nine out, don't give no tosses
On the front line, where the opps ain't crossing
Fill it with corn, cock it and slap it
Hold this wap, Becky a savage
He tried run, slip, then panic
Close one eye when we have them dashing
Told my man that I ain't on chartings
Big 15 unclipped for splashings
Saw three of them, two just vanished
Done it on the net 'cause they do it for the fashion
Lurky lurky with a mop, no beater
On the farm block, I'm a local cleaner
Two shanks up, big five-seater
Fuck your mate, can't sip no longer
Hit his bro, can't sip some either
Force my shank 'til it goes in deeper
This blade is a well known leaker
Glock 19, I'm a opp block creeper
Hoods up, transit door just slides
I've been on too many rides
Lil' bro asked, "Who should he knife?"
If he's throwing up O's, then we'll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides
Ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry
Big 44, that's what we rise
Samurai swords, kitchen knives
Hoods up, transit door just slides
I've been on too many rides
Lil' bro asked, "Who should he knife?"
If he's throwing up O's, then we'll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides
Ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry
Big 44, that's what we rise
Samurai swords, kitchen knives
Hold this wap, Becky a savage
Bigga, big blade, no cover
Really tryna catch him and do him proper
Don't lack in the O, be ready
You can get caught OT like headie
Hoods up, transit door just slides
I've been on too many rides
(I love Chris Rich)
Hoods up, transit door just slides
I've been on too many rides
Lil' bro asked, "Who should he knife?"
If he's throwing up O's, then we'll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides
Ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry
Big 44, that's what we rise
Samurai swords, kitchen knives
Hoods up, transit door just slides
I've been on too many rides
Lil' bro asked, "Who should he knife?"
If he's throwing up O's, then we'll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides
Ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry
Big 44, that's what we rise
Samurai swords, kitchen knives
Bigga, big blade, no cover
Really tryna catch him and do him proper
Don't get caught on the ride or stutter
You'll end up six feet under
That's ten in his back like Messi
And two in the dots, don't test me
Just bless me
Cah the words on the street don't lie
If larbs and GI are on him, I'm on him
I won't even ask them why
Just jump in that singer
With a rusty loaded spinner
No cap when I step on the pitch
Slap Bally on my force like Mizz
Don't get caught and sing like - don't sing like -
On the trip tryna make it happen
It's about time they done some clappings
Round of applause, cah the ting came patterned
Splash man down, left hand, he's staggered
Talk on my name, that's ketchup splattered
Get caught with your bae, don't run, don't panic
Pauses the ting, when they see me back it
Sauce on my blade, lil' man turned cabbage
Pull up on your block and we ain't no guests
TP crash the party, it's ments
Run man down, straight out their ends
Don't scream, don't shout if I back this skeng
This gun don't click 'cause it's filled with lead
Step on the gas, we don't brake on bends
No skin fades, tryna hit man's head
Now I'm smoking on the L tryna pray he's dead
Don't lack in the O, be ready
You can get caught OT like headie
Got the semi, tryna aim it steady
Close one eye, got the wap, no Fetty
And get high with the nine, no baby
You can get drilled by me or Eddie
'Cause some stress, put yutes on telly
You can get popped in the T, no cherry
Go to the plug, don't do con
Cats in the Bando, ain't no Tom
Swing my blade, but they still sing song
How you telling these lies, what the fuck are you on?
Deezie don't ride 'cause his kidney's gone
Buck into us then your ride gets long
TP gang ask what we're on
We rise them skengs then rap on songs
Don't slip in the field like Gerrard
Cah that's two in your back like Neville
When they see me, they seeing the devil
Saw my man then I clean it with Dettol
Then it's, it's straight to the dungeon, TP that's Duckett common
Don't try run, don't try run
Run out of breath and you will get bun
How can you say that TP don't crash?
Yet we created this beef
We were there just creeping in flats
They forgetting them times
When we had all of them man just doing up dash
Then man vanish
Trip on your block and it might be tragic
No wonder why them man panic
On the opp block, man's lean and cocking
With the dot dot, aim high, no stopping
Do it non-stop, see bodies dropping
Hit one of them, now my top needs washing
With the Rambo Xin Zhao, bro got him
When we ride out, we feed them losses
Back the nine out, don't give no tosses
On the front line, where the opps ain't crossing
Fill it with corn, cock it and slap it
Hold this wap, Becky a savage
He tried run, slip, then panic
Close one eye when we have them dashing
Told my man that I ain't on chartings
Big 15 unclipped for splashings
Saw three of them, two just vanished
Done it on the net 'cause they do it for the fashion
Lurky lurky with a mop, no beater
On the farm block, I'm a local cleaner
Two shanks up, big five-seater
Fuck your mate, can't sip no longer
Hit his bro, can't sip some either
Force my shank 'til it goes in deeper
This blade is a well known leaker
Glock 19, I'm a opp block creeper
Hoods up, transit door just slides
I've been on too many rides
Lil' bro asked, "Who should he knife?"
If he's throwing up O's, then we'll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides
Ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry
Big 44, that's what we rise
Samurai swords, kitchen knives
Hoods up, transit door just slides
I've been on too many rides
Lil' bro asked, "Who should he knife?"
If he's throwing up O's, then we'll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides
Ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry
Big 44, that's what we rise
Samurai swords, kitchen knives
Credits
Writer(s): Sandy Bridge
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