Bandido & Damage - Hb Freestyle (Season 3)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yozora [Verse 1: Damage] Still put work on the streets and I spill man's ketchup No homo, if only you saw how I touch man's chest up They scorin' goals for my block, like Kane or Vardy at Leicester Minimum GBH when I step, best pray he don't get left back like Evra [Verse 2: Bandido] First that I made from Harry and Deborah Look, made-made about ten more by the end of November Me and bro like Nani and Evra, this 08 dinger ain't got no censor I don't wanna hear 'bout drags on ends 'Cah I got what you need, got weed got Zebra [Verse 3: Damage] All of this white, but I'm far from racist Man serve shots like a work in Faces Paid in full, idk who Ace is, trap and I run three yards like Bailiffs Like cannibals, feds want mе in cages Still need corn for the— Bro's got unlimited corn for thе gauges Sawn-off ting, that's a whole months wages [Verse 4: Bandido] Jeet mans girl, don't ask what the name is Out in the blick like the nigga in Matrix You could get got if you're white or black or chinx, so I don't wanna hear 'bout racist Still get dark from my Turkish plug Still get white from my nigga in Hastings Still gotta free all my guys in the landin' Couple of mad tings, doin' up basic [Verse 5: Damage] Talkin' **** them done taped it Man got soaked, I don't kick like Jet Li (I don't kick like Jet Li) If my-if my-if my-if my right gets tired, switch to my lefty I spill juice, but I'm far from clumsy Rip that tissue nothin' like Plenty And any-and anytime man step with the dots Let it sing like it's Elvis Presley [Verse 6: Bandido] Fuck that, let it sing like Rihanna Either way man the dot-dot deadly Corn for a man it ain't stays with Lesley Green or red, either way there's plenty Now-now I got Becks, in a tight arse dress Tryna squeeze and tempt me Still gotta handle mine, I'ma be back around half nine So I bet it don't stress me [Verse 7: Damage] So I beg don't stress man I ain't no killer, nigga don't tempt man Hammers like West Ham, but I just love when I cheff mans flesh all makin' an X fam Might as well call man Paul how I wet man Them man frauds, nothin' like F man Fed man, I can never chat to the fed, man Me and Bands comin' like Method & Redman [Verse 8: Bandido] What you know about F man? Five in a day, two days, that's ten bags Cute little hoes wan' get with the program Back in school never passed me an exam Chopped on my loud when I head that them man wan' dead man No way, that's dead fam Right get's tired, man, switch to my left hand Been on the curb way before I heard Skengman [Verse 9: Damage] Been on the curb since BB's and big back TV's This cream ain't creamy Dotty came way too long had to chop that down Now it's little like Weezy Step with the nose, man get sneezy Let that go, now a man's got a [?] Or man just poke, put in repeat, man get goals, check mans CV [Verse 10: Bandido] Before I met Kiki, I was tryna line school shots at my BB Back when I never had a rambo tucked, I was tryna lick man's face with a GG Bro chinged up his face, that's cheeky, but you don't boast 'bout the works, that's neeky Said she can't come if her friends ain't freaky, she just called back, that's cheeky