Lightwork Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: Loose] M17, smoke Mmm-hmm Ayy Loose [Verse 1] So let's get this straight I'm Loose, yeah, I go where I want; anytime, anyplace Should have told me you're wearing a vest So I coulda just stab mans face, or neck, or chest I swear my pagans give me stress 'Cah they do it the UK Drill Or they are doing up gang on the net Fuck CID and fuck the Trident Man, I swear down I hate the Met I don't know when this beef's gonna end But it's like they forgot when its started I chinged up my man, he spoke to the feds So don't talk 'bout who have you've cheffed 'Cause you done got-got at Katie's All now you ain't riding again Please, I don't wanna hear about Kweng 'Cause when it was what's your involvement days, niggas wasn't really backing their friends How you friends with a man that robbed your friend? All now, man, it don't make sense Two man in the fucked off, way too fucked off blade tryna leave man finished Dilute my juice and spill it Four man in the fuck off ding dong Pass that ping-pong ball and drill it What you know about backing your friend in the field Ten opps, don't know what to do I'm Loose, I back my Bruce Swing my shank, tryna catch me a two I heard dice got rolled, no monopoly ting, that's a young black lad on the news I'm Moscow O, the pretty ones know I'm still taking risk Bro, MY, still taping strips Air Force 1, no crease, it's crisp Gyally want all of this dick Arch up her back and open lips No fuck that, hold dis mash 'cause I'm feeling like Ghost an' I need me a Tash Power duo, that's Tommy and Ghost Me and JB gon' pull up on toes Wap for wap, or shank for shank I want your soul, it's already been sold 125 or three-double-o Or I can get you a Q for three-double-o Chop it, rock it, send it up O Look at my package, Look at these bones And I can tell you 'bout beef A hundred trips to opp block shank on me playing hide and seek Then kick back home for cookies and tea Then wait till 6pm, I'm tryna see a pagan on ITV Free my niggas doing up I.T.V or kicking them doors Getting IEP's Can't come to the b-congestion, I'll clamp on your whip no mention And I don't know if your on to the gang, so let me cut that slice of tension If you're on to any of my bredrins I'm backing my wap or shank, no question Still do it for the ones that resting: Incognito; GB, too And rest up Latz, real bad boy from the Harlem flats Two shanks tryna creep on man, we was in Thameside flats Knocked on my door like, "Loose, let's crash" Say no more, we'll do it in the morning, 'cause I'll do for my bros, no chat JB remember when we licked down shh And almost licked down shh Now they all do Pyrex living Why the fuck you wanna lie about the kitchen? 'Cause you ain't gonna stretch that pack So it ain't gonna make no difference I just cop me some TT liz And it came with the darkest sibling See I love me the trap and jugging Still got a bank on the beef, it's cooking GD61 and still looking Judge still throwing out birds and bookings