Freestyle - Faultsz

Lyrics

[Verse] More time might see me in the ends With the girls with big breasts and big bumpers You know we ain't talking jumpers But your girl's dressed on me for the comfort Man can't chat like say I don't do sick grime and get hot gashin And know they don't have a bad cough when I say that I'm backtapping I'm like yeah, I wanna draw that buff ting there Looking all nice with her long brown hair Boy better know that I won't get air Hmm, I'm like yeah, she got a big bat but I don't care Whip out the BB then I'm like yeah If I don't draw that it would be rare Remember the days when I used to roll round in the ends with a bag of piff Change my sink on the daily, like what, since I had a bag of chips Face bit bait in the ends so you know folks here had a bag of chicks Might draw your wifey, now her legs open like she having kids 'Cause I dropped game like that Brother could've never dropped game like that Told one chick that I roll with NOV Now she wanna come and give me brain like that You ain't gonna guess what will go down next If I move to your girl with a sick reflex Dun said I'm here and you know I impress Mash up your girl like dough in Greggs Yes, I set levs, told your girl to undress She'll undress, then she'll show me her breasts 'Cause she knows I'm the square and she knows we're the best I don't wanna hear that you're no les Shut up your mouth just take off your dress After a sesh she will bun downstairs Then duck out to ends and mash up a set So I never flop no gash Gucci belt but you've got no cash Fast in the ting, man I move like flash Take man out the scene, manna get subtract I'll never go off track Put it on folks, I'm a bigger boss man Old school hat, and I spit it on back See a guy in the middle with a baseball bat Them man are not on levs Flows I dropped, they already dropped them Outshine a man like I'm in a contest Roll round in a blue like I'm the Loch Ness Smoke crow but I ain't got stress Got P's but know you got less 'Cah my whole team thinks smart If you chatting or begging I'll bust up your claart Don't par, on a level that he can't pass Show's get shut down 'cause I've got bars What bars? Yeah I'm a lyrical boss Chatting or begging about stitch your watch You man are digital clocks You ain't got arms or Glocks All your bullshit best stop Fam, you don't wanna get boxed Here's the new shit Don't come around me 'cause I'm bookie Don't stub 'round me in your Gucci Get covered in red like ruby 'Cah any grime beat will suit me Drop a new flow then it sounds like a new me I'll be like "Bop", he'll be like "Who's he?" When I'm on a rhythm man I move like a uzi