#StreetHeat Freestyle

J Hus Hasta la baby Link Up TV, street heat, uh The beef gets cooking, niggas start making phone calls If the beef gets cooking, I ain't gotta get vocal And if it ain't on me, then trust me, it's local I won't beat around the bush, I'll get my beater out the bush Girls 'dem on man, I'm anything but sweet I know about grafting, I had food up in my butt cheeks Plus I built a monk line, that rings like a cunch line Made my re-up Ps back and it ain't even lunch time These girls fuck with paigons so I don't really trust none Put my shank in my waist before I even put my socks on I've been up and down, money smells like body odour You won't get nowhere sitting on that bloody sofa Ohh, they don't wanna grind Go get a day job, go bill a line I said ohh, they don't wanna grind Go get a day job, go bill a line I'm rassclart paro, 'cause everybody's booky They heard I'm doing juju, now niggas think I'm spooky That nigga be a paigon, we used to go the same school Had to buss' it at him just to show him that we ain't cool They shanked my nigga up, that's what makes my blood boil Pass me the nines, I'm fully loyal to the soil Trust me, I'll drop suttin' like I'm clumsy End up back in jail, writing letters to my mumsy I might hit the can, tell Creeper roll a big ting Tell my little bro, don't be nothing like his sibling Tell that bad beat come here 'cause I'm feeling horny If I drop a little game, I'll be beating surely Yo b, what's your name? What's your number? Face looking pretty but I'm staring at your bumper I took the black girl, told Creeper take her friend I can't really trust her, she be from a paigon ends I tried to compose myself, I tried so hard Her body make an atheist say "Oh my God" She might line me up, fuck it, I'll just take a tool Hit it from the back, like Rico off of Paid in Full She loves the way I rap She loves it when I'm talking grease She needs a lift home Baby girl, you shoulda' bought some Ps J Hus, I'm the hardest out my borough Roll in with a big ting, no it ain't borrowed Why? It's 'cause these roads; they never show you love And when it's peak, all your dons don't even know you bruv Me, I'm from the fakest ends, I ain't into making friends Fuck this life I let my mum down, I gotta make amends I gotta make ends meet like organised beef I only showered ten times in over five weeks I ain't got time for that I got a grand to stack You broke boys, I dunno where your mind is at No word of a lie, this is all me darg' But it's like they don't rate us They say Potter, Bonkaz and Stormzy's hard Next time you better mention J Hus Ay reload the beat, reload the beat Lemme kill it again, part two Go on, reload the beat Uh, listen, J Hus Free Flamer, free everyone Listen, Stratford Newham, East London East London's ugliest, take that I'm the hardest Listen I said "damn, homie" Uh, back in the days you was the man, homie Ahh man You went from bricks to Qs You got the trap confused And now I heard he's scheming, I'mma put my shank to use Like ooh I don't wanna do it But why all these fucking niggas have to keep putting me through it These niggas wanna see me lose my cool Lord forgive me if I use my tool Grind hard for this shit Get this money, try and move my marge out the bits What d'you think I grind for? This is mumsy's paper All these niggas spilling beans like a clumsy waiter Informer, sold a couple draws Now he thinks he's Rich Porter Like he don't know how the story ends If I can't catch the pussy boy, I'll probably bore his friends Three hundred bells, let the war commence I stepped out in my trackie looking broke as fuck I backed out a couple stacks, now she knows what's up I couldn't get a boner, I might have to pop a V Well I guess these broke bitches ain't my cup of tea I need a classy girl, only wifey or spice I need a girl with a body 25 to life Show me what that tongue do, I ain't into French kissing I need that brains that will have a nigga's legs twitching I be in the passenger, bad b next to me She gives the brain that will send a man to ecstasy That's my rider She keeps my tooly in her purse I love her so much, I had to put her in a verse Uh, type of girl to take the wrap and ride a bird for me She gets worried whenever she hasn't heard from me Course what I like Jollof rice with the plantain Fuck so good, I might treat her to some champagne I be on my grind, so warn me if you see the ralis All these packs I'm tryna' lick out, I don't even 'nani Likkle teaser on her, soon you'll be a big boss I wanna be rich forever, Rick Ross You never gave me a drink when I was dehydrated You gon' want a handout when you see I made it Are you mad? You 'dey craze? You better just forget it They don't wanna grind Go get a day job, go bill a line I said ohh, they don't wanna grind Go get a day job, go bill a line I said "damn homie" Uh, back in the days you was the man, homie Ahh man You went from bricks to Qs You got the trap confused And now I heard he's scheming, I'mma put my shank to use Like ooh I don't wanna do it But why all these fucking niggas have to keep putting me through it These niggas wanna see me lose my cool Lord forgive me if I use my tool, ay