Heat Up Freestyle

[Intro] Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye Fuck off Yeah You know how we do, it's Creeper Gave this man a beater (street beater) Dem bwoy nah ah no family like we The one here named Too many vests and not enough mash Buck up inna real gunman, they're gonna crash Brains get blown out, cranium smash And I flex like a top soldier with no mash Fassy It's not that Ya hear me? Family time The one here named [Verse] Buss that nigga, heavy artillery Double barrel shotgun, heavy artillery MAC-10, that's heavy artillery Sniper rifle, that's heavy artillery Where they going with their little artillery? I'm from the gun college, they're from the gun nursery And I'll soon graduate from gun university So my trigger finger's never thirsty I treat them like shit on the mic They're not Roll Deep, they're not ready for the mic I gave them the mic, they never handled it right They better stop chatting shit, they better stay out of my sight Before you get a mouth box You can't bang or hang with Flowdan on the block Jungle out here, I'm the king of this shit More time I'm a lion and you're just a fox What's the point of ramping with me? I told you already, got my own policy You're not Roll Deep? Oh, then you can't chat to me Because they're beside me, blud, you're behind me Yeah, I don't know what you're taking this for I don't like your face, I've never seen you before But now you're on the riddim tryna look for a war You must want a nug shot in your jaw side Settle your jaw and decide When bullets fly, a fassyhole haffi hide Wasn't really ready for the war like I And he wasn't ready fi go swing a sword like I Shallow who? Shallow what? Shallow gangster Shall I who? Shall I what? Shall I turn him over? OK, bun him with the new heater Then yes, piece eight millimetre [Outro] Creeper Give this man a beater Creeper Give this man a beat- Creeper Give this man a beater Creeper Fuck off!