G-CAT FREESTYLE

Lyrics

Scribing Lyrics from snippet Ju-Juuggyy baby, Michelin cooking daily You know the regime I got the light skin girl she feisty Twerking turning this hot line crazy Lately no one's feeling safe B Pavement really shaky My young boy he got to get shavey I beg a bad boy try page me We do this naturally Made Julie counting racks for me Truly got slabs on fleek My kings in a Habsy track baricee See them it has to be, cause tragedies back strap a geek Real shit, happily for Jazz or Cee I got a team of schemers mopping sweepers, dealers as well Trust me now, DNZ don't fuck around Chelsea's a pest, secretly stressed she cannot lock me down Fuckin hell I'm like darling I'm done with them cuffs for now Let me make it clear, I will shave his braids I ain't playing fair It used to be skateboards, scooters, now it's all big black blades and shooters Simon saying he's piping up no homo, bro bro piped him down Slide around might have to Ital-a-vise a clown And if what you're speaking's true, why run when I pop out, peekaboo You know how the creepers do Cleaners, sweep up yutes Hyenas scheming, eat up food My guy's mad cah I jeet his boo No respect, like her and your friend they'll get left wet On me he reckons, I walk and talk with loaded weapons Stalked and severed [?] torn up sweaters Naughty rebeccas, they scream Juggy down here to cheffers Ooh lengers, she on her redders free the neckers On my life, when A1 died I spazzed and cried Told mum "I'm fine", all guys 'round me be strapped like dykes Juggs, I'm king of the kings Swing and scratch your back then fling Dash I'm catching him Why you think that they had me trapped in bin Crossed that off the map, X factored him These twats ain't packed a thing Me and Crisis sat in the T-spot lean up soldier, slabs and cling I love me Italian baddies, especially when they got chest and batty Isabella knows I ain't capo, I'm El Capo the tutti capi Dargy be super duper tapped Best watch how you're moving akh Intrigued like who are they shooting at Pull up and prove it's cap On the wok I [?] trust me we bruisin' abs Juggy ain't new to that Check the news for the proof and stats On sight I brandish heat or minimum swinging my black 15s Either way it's headshot, neckshot, chestshot ah back and spleen Ask P about me in jail I still shing shao him when we were showering AJ and [?] caught that on the 3s they weren't hearing "lowe it" All this greasy talk boy stop, you'll get left on the street with a leaking top Still dodging these dirty cops, I was 13 serving feinds with rock Turn that half to a zino, that to a kilo, ah free zino Anyone bad try Crisis, wallah I risk coming back to my lifers Dressed in jamas and sliders, none of my sinners pious You are not drillers, liars You are not skidding tires I hop out of bimmers with spinners I promise the facial expression is priceless