Lightwork Freestyle 2

[Intro: Mr W.O.T] I love Mr. WOT Entertainment Crud! [Verse 1: Russ] Real, real, realer Man get scrilla Tear up liver, head, face and neck get rip up Bro, love whip up Bro-bro pick up the dot dots fill up MSplash, pull up Don't get cook up Don’t get fried on a day like Jumu'ah Man get mulla Splash with skill, rotate that juker Wet neck from a Lewisham hooker Rock with the dots whole block got shake (Running) They see Russ, ninety-nine pace (Running) Big man stop, running away (Where you going?) Instagram, what did you say? MB pull up Russ with the Russ, bedroom stulla Run them down and run down mulla Pretty girl, come take this shubba Double tap, blow' em away Fuck off waps, need a AK Let it rip, like a Beyblade Gyaldem cat, I’m sexy and paid Purchase rock, I don't scrape pots Five bill jeans, worth a dots Gunshots, this can't stop Rack on racks, been through lots Home V's, I ain't got no behaviour One drop then your block gets shake-up This corn might wake up the neighbour Skeng skeng, man ain't nothing major I'm hungry, you're on the menu The five-o can’t protect you I gave your bitch a dick-full, that’s, that's why the bitch rejects you I love this shit, I love my fam and I love my team Accuracy, don’t need no beam Gelato / Gela-o, I ain't drinking lean Still got love for my dons in west Free Huncho, only speak on text HMP, gotta free my friends Trident come when the gangs in pens Texting, I don't do X and O's Quickly give her my bone and go Pagan cousins, they scream out sho’ Man can't trust 'em, I love them though Texting, I don't do X and O's Quickly give her my bone and go Pagan cousins, they scream out sho Man can't trust 'em, I love them though [Verse 2] It's Russian, baby, I'm sorry, creep Gully creep, with that shotty Sorry, boo, splashings my hobby Onto who? must've took molly White Rum, bun up your chest Lewisham drill Russ is the best This wap cost an arm and a leg Put one hand on Taze and you're dead That's your bitch, I'm rocking that bed Deep, stroke she shaking her legs Bad and boujee Tight jeans, embrace your booty Ain't sucking nothing, just boobies Twenty-pound for a gram; no twosie Cali, so the bud smell fruity MB mash bread, move booky It's Russ babe, ask what I do, please Skeng, skeng-man ain't nothing new, B Red, shells come fat like two P's Mask off peng gyal wanna do me YinYang Gang get six for forty Buj one clean so the cats support me Gun Drill but I still step saucy Gun Lean make your bae get horny Ain't on me, he's telling porkies She got a man, she's way too naughty Mad work Even he knows Fly boy, I'm an eagle Still put five on Valentinos Upsuh, kway, next to Heathrow Ain't fucking hugging that bitch That gyal bad and I fuck she look tick Boom, flick Dick it and skip Tempted when she whine up her hips Erection, she's making me stiff Protection ain't making no kids Harry Potter, waving my stick Playing with skengs, we're taking the piss Buy it rock it flicking the wrist 8years straight been taking that risk Spinner spin, spin like a disc Let' em have it blow' em a kiss, if [Verse 3] Ding dong ting on the eight All of them man in their vids been chased Eight boys pull up their pants and race Usual Suspects, I came with taze (My bro) Shut down shows I don't rave Youths watching my face, they're gay Lying on your back Like hurricane That little nigga won't breathe the same Do road, hit the motes with peng food If you saw her back it's mental In my cup that's rum and Redbull Gun lean with the wap, that's skeng moves I wanna slap this wap on a bait ting But the whole strips covered in bacon Paid bands for the wands, man's waving And the CID's tailgating I just take man's flow it's easy You know Russ with the Russ, too cheeky Don't Snapchat racks, that's cheesy Bro-bro really whips up t-t Don't run with a wap that's neeky Gang-gang, bang-bang Like Chief Keef Can't smoke shit buds, that's leafy Grind hard for my shit, no freebies Badman, I ain't got a six-pack Batman outfit looking all jet black Ain't up-front they're left-back He got dipped now the cunt regrets that Wreck relationships, Max Branning In the car, that's your girl mans shagging It's Kalas if I back this cannon I got a deal but I'm still bang-banging