A6 - HB Freestyle (Season 4)

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: A6] Hehehehe, ayy, ayy (Proffit) Heh, you know the time (Proffit) A6, I'm back Demon, demon, someone hide Hold you case, scream "Demon", but did they know 'bout demon time? How many lives? How many wives cried? How many opps revived? Heard the SD's caught that body, afterlife, that soul is mine [Verse: A6] How many cheffins? How many wettins? How many man did I torture? All the opps don't want this beef, so roll 'cah they know my aura I'm good with the mash, good with the borer Good with my fists, man's made for war Fuck with me and I'll come to your door Kill your whole bloodline's in that morgue Let me say one thing Touch Ghost, you're dead You can still be an old man breathin', fresh home, I'll kill your kids Go back in and I'll do that bid He ain't on nuttin', he ain't on piss Fifteen inch got put in a skull last time a yute try fuck with the 6 When you in war, you take them licks Scars in my face, man's made for this shit Not one time have I left that field without puttin' my blade in skin Bare man think it's an agent ting Wait 'til I really up off for this wig Heard that couple opps changed their life When I see him, I'm changin' him Cheff, cheff, cheff, cheff That's all of my dreams untold And I ain't know internet gangster I feel like shit if I take man's soul Marley at home, got put in a bone YB too, he smoked [?] Bored up Trizz mum, she was lackin' and my own cousin family loads You're main shooter's dead Your main driver's dead Like, free Little Souls Caught one too, that guy's dead So you hear what I said I won't say it again Block 6 to the end (6 gang) [Part II] [Intro: A6] (Proffit) I was doin' up shows and cameos Fifteen years, good lick for a rambo I got shots, that's Sterling I'm all right in the wing like Sancho I was doin' up road and bando Fifteen years, just loud and zancos I got shots, that's Sterling I'm all right in the wing like Sancho [Verse: A6] On the road, but these yutes just chat Only time when an opp boy name in my mouth is when man's smokin' a pack Your dead bredrin got me feelin' frass Out in the field, score, match Twirl slaps it over and dash Swerve them corners whilst in possession Shots on target, beat my stats Feds confused when they're doin' up chase Got left back, they really look sure You ain't got guns, so no arsenal Why you talkin' 'bout you're aimin' at the top four? Got bad ones screamin' on the top floor She give me top 'cah the top there top draw Don't stop givin' top 'til you're lockjaw And line these opps 'cah they really want war Not OBE or MBE Care 'bout the Queen or none of them on the list Rather go OTT, was at OPP livin' there with the commoners All these raps, I was linin' bars (Huh) T's wishin' warriors 'Cause I've been 'round there, been shootin' at stars at the witness since we was strugglers I'm the king of Catford Anywhere in the 6, man at And the fed side ain't tryna mark us 'cah we beatin' these shots like Rashford Why-why-why-why's everybody on me? Better-better-better-better back up off me 'Fore I step 'round there with a pole Shots, goal, Lewandowski