Hotbox Freestyle

Lyrics

Part 1 [Verse] Fucking hell, drill completed I made it out but bro-bro stuck in cells Feds try come, I got nothin' to sell, I got nothing to say, I got nothing to tell But how many man have you got down? You know that the gang-gang's loaded Way before Covid, they had us on lockdown Bro showed me one yute, I might know him, but I guess he rocks with the opps now So I guess mans gotta go show them Smoke in the ride, mans holding it tight any time that we go patrolling [...] try run but dropped, and his bredrins watched when bro-bro soaked him About 1st side ain't on it, we pull up they run, they all turn Sonic [...] got a ZK stuck in his head, if you saw that you'd probably vomit Me and bro like Wallice and Gromit, took numerous risks tryna stick to the task And the task at hand is turning man chronic Wait, lemme load this cannon, pissed, I ain't tryna get nicked If I see me an opp, then this toast ain't jamming Them man rap nothing but cap, all the drills they spoke ain't happened Cover my face, don't know who banging And them man doing away games, why? cah' the opps don't come to our stadium Smoke one of them, I got nothing to say, true say that's nothing but shavings Them man really ain't on nothing, recruiting rejects, fucking wastemen Mind who you're rocking, bop with, you can get got if you fuck with paigons Lemme tell you 'bout taking risks, I took 'nuff and I'll take some more Welcome to the Tower Hamlets, in my hood, where it rains it pours Three big shanks in a wizzer, pick up my nigga and make it four Gangs been violent, opps get bored Still slide or we pop them doors Swing knives or we chop with force The paigons know Said the paigons know Bait road, your mate got soaked This bad one moving's to fast, rah, baby just take it slow Stain gang, I'ma take your dough But the opps are wet, all they take is flows Lurking in a bruck' down vovo, no homo but we made him blow Still gangs been sliding, late night gliding, hopping out, taping roads How you still doing up Snapchat, your guy got splashed you was turning ghost On the other side clothes get ripped, we're the ones that's burning clothes Aii' cool, you can eat this splashing, but I bet you can't firm this smoke Like I bet you can't hack this And I still pray, mashallah, cah' for all my [?] like [?] Doing up trips, can't find me a soul, so we spin like these neeks ain't active I know I can't call this beef, please, this ain't no beef, it's practice On their block, man's doing some tractions. real shit, they ain't on grease, they're actors Smoke in the ride, if you ain't got gloves don't touch this We pull up and lungs get punctured, organs ruptured, nigga's don't want this I know we don't call the police, please, I'ma go get my justice Them man there doing up track team, and their boy's just frozen He got two in his back and one in his head, now his head-top's open Back to the ends, man's bleaching shanks, same way that I burn my clothing Really on Armed Response, and the gangs patrolling Smoke in the ride, it'll turn man potent