SV Freestyle

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Stampface] Look, My G whip till his wrist ache Fuck with GG that's a mistake Man'a holla at bro for the spin That's long let it rip like Beyblade 1 hand waving around like nae nae Put your hands in the air [?] All I know get paid Cah the gyaldem come around sed-way Peng tings loving the gang ting Got Scramface flying up cunch, and he does the damn ting Set up shop no ramping There's 6 shots in that hand ting 2 bells in that dots boom bow where you're standing Then it's back to the ends on a mad ting I'm out here tryna get P these sluts can't leave me alone You niggas all faggots, better leave that shit in your home Smoke amm to the brain, 2 grubs straight to the dome You niggas all fake, fake niggas can't call my phone For the money I take them risks Better man don't do it like this On the hill let me holla at Scribz Stampface I'm taking the piss Peng browning look Mel B she can get all of this dick Man trap trap in the trap house, cah a nigga tryna get rich [Verse 2: Gunna Grimes] Long time that my blocks been hot But I'm still gon' ride no if but whats Hit cunch then I bruck down rocks 7 days in the trap same kicks and socks Long days in the trap tryna' smash that pack Till I see that prof' Still got eyes in the trap so I'm outta of that back If I sight them cops May roll still lighting pops But bro got a bird that Lyle & Scott Man still ride on blocks Might skrr' on a man like "8 gang, what?" Tell a man "8 gang, what?" Tell a man "8 gang, what?" Still keep things in blocks Still got corn in opps You ain't never stepped in the trap One eye on the pack cah' your cat's on volts Roll me a spliff on for roads Man'a get busy then ghost StampFace still dishing out O's He just copped in the ammy in bulk Roll with the youngin on smoke Roll with the youngin on volts One time for my niggas that get that gone Two time for them niggas that did man wrong Short naps in the trap til my snap turn long Short naps in the trap till my stack turn blonde [Verse 3: T-Mula] Hear me back then I'm like why now Man'a get face time no iCloud Pissed when I jump out the ride Cah my shots are always on fleek like eyebrows Put my Log-in like I sign out Make sure that your man don't find out Cah when I catch my opp I will have him in the corner Just stressing like time out I got light like morning dark like late night Pissed if I Jumpman suttin' like Drake time Black tracky rolled on the opps like 8 times ICloud mode with the dots like face time Cah, man ain't new to this Feds come Man-go like Rubicon Cos I had bare white like hooligan But the bitch wan' stay it's a Uber ting Kway Kway they up in Soho Used to get my grub on the low low Cuttin' tru the Brix with the gang Now man'a ride out on the solo Brown skin chocolate like Rolo Man'a get discount like promo I used to bust that dark in the alley Now I bust that light like BoBo Amm to the chest that eye burns Feds on the left, man'a take a right turn And that bitch I couldn't bare like iceberg And bare man just here/hair like sideburns About 86k what who? I tell a boy roll up on man Just saw a opp with smoke and he's pissed cos he knows that I rolled up with gang