100mph Freestyle X2

[Verse 1] The yard man 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 flipped loads Been burning bridges, nothing like the one in San Francisco Hate flashing lights probably why I never went school prom or disco Bro will tap that twice, make sure you leave some brain on the window Put a hand on one of my slimes, of course i'm a hundred lurking 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 serving Thank God that I didn't, 'cah it would have been a cold cell in servery This war can't get watered Why the fuck are you talking peace for? Just got a new woosh, what the fuck do we need the receipt for? On my lap U got me a pump, but this one ain't spitting 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 about star signs If she's real, she's real, she's not, it's cool lemme hit like twice then archive I ain't got more friends than bisheads 'cah 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, hoping that the bando pops This phone won't give it a rest, now I'm in and out of the bando lots The front doors on a hinge, I can't make sure that the bandos locked Plus I'm on edge, pray the crib don't get boomed, I know that the bandos hot [Verse 2] My neighbors high off B I don't even know why I sold him that Rollin' time, man roll in black, still tryna turn them broke boys pack Still tryna leave a paigon dead Weren't even them that took my friend Man better change his friendship group Hang with themc then you're one of them Let's not talk 'bout them, that's dead, and let's not talk about 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 about 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 timg 'cah I got elegance I can name six opps that done got chinged and ain't done a thing like ever since Feds think it was me on a bike with a thing, too bad they ain't got enough evidence When it's riding time, I'm riding, 'cah 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 [Verse 3] Just blue 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 be the shoes on my feet Got an ounce of dark in my bag Got that ever got robbed for their tings, I'll be real, no point tryna holla me back Boring friday night, doing hand-to-hands Coulda gone tapel prison, local CIDs just want me in a Circo van on the way to prison, missin'