HB Freestyle

[Intro: Joey Clipstar]

Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyle

Now this one's been most requested so no more talking is allowed to be done

Nito, HB Freestyle

[Chorus]

Pretty new blocks but they all look brass, fly OT and go get lacag

I’m beefin' neeks that ain't got teeth but go and make songs when I talk 'bout waps

I'm beefin' twats that go make raps about how they ride but they chill with yats

I'm stating facts, I beg man give me a chance, I’ll turn this yute to a stat

[Verse 1]

Put a wap in a ride, what a standard procedure, I'm eager to go find me a paigon

Broski's with it, his shank game's wicked, he's on the opp block putting blood on the pavement

Big stainless or the 9 millimeter, both eager to come out and meet ya

No greetings when I see drug dealers, donny was screaming, attention seeker

Me and bro came back to the hood, we thought it was in but we hit that woodwork

My opps had brilliant footwork

All do legs when the tires screech and this shotgun sneezes, I call that good work

You don't wanna see the handting all in the mitts cah I'm straight aiming at your hood first

If I run up in yards, that's everyone down, I don't care 'bout the people visitin'

Unlimited sweets, man's dishing it, big boy bike and I'm tryna get rid of him

Can't come to the hood, prohibited, hit him with one-two like he was pivoting

This beef is frying, sizzling, Gang Unit when the guys imprisonment

If I'm in the ride, I'm fidgeting, big bruck back so I ain't too comfy, gotta place that just under my knees

I just found me a new plug and I jerked him, guess he got charged a delivery fee

Fly OT and I out this parcel, looks like the kit for the team Newcastle

Little bro's out there, grub in his arsehole, T-T dark came nothing like charcoal

[Chorus]

Pretty new blocks but they all look brass, fly OT and go get lacag

I’m beefin' neeks that ain't got teeth but go and make songs when I talk 'bout waps

I'm beefin' twats that go make raps about how they ride but they chill with yats

I'm stating facts, I beg man give me a chance, I’ll turn this yute to a stat

[Verse 2]

Little man just lost two parcels, give him to bro when he's got bad credit

He's out the equation, he's OT baking, he already knows 'bout the direct debit

Heard there's a crop on the block, go get it, roll down, cut that crop, no edit

Hands in the air, don't move, man said it, I'm holding down for the violent settings

Sticks and stones may break these bones but this shotty's in a whole different category

Don't try beg for your life, ask why, cah that shit's self explanatory

Chunky sweets like batteries, shotgun sneeze, no allergies

Ride out, leave him casualty then fly to the hood so casually

Not once did I run from beef, I sat there, laughed and I simply embraced it

Bro's got magic, the whip game's patterned, he's in the T yard doing copy and pasting

Scrape that bowl, don't believe in wasting, whip it, dry it, tell Claire "taste it"

Bro's doing time, done a stretch on basic due to the works that he's mashed on a paigon

[Chorus]

Pretty new blocks but they all look brass, fly OT and go get lacag

I’m beefin' neeks that ain't got teeth but go and make songs when I talk 'bout waps

I'm beefin' twats that go make raps about how they ride but they chill with yats

I'm stating facts, I beg man give me a chance, I’ll turn this yute to a stat

[Outro: Joey Clipstar]

Fumez The Engineer

It was worth it

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