Freestyle Uncensored

Lyrics

[Intro: Workrate & SWavey] Yeah yeah, ay gang shit, shoutout SWavey, c'mon Ay ay ay ay ay Listen Free the guys man, free me, free Sus Senseii Free all the guys, you know Grr All entertainment, nothing but entertainment man Trust me Shoutout my nigga Worksy [Chorus] Word to Sus and free SWavey, they want me dead and the feelings mutual If me and ChingDat grab dat it and chinged dat Then I put it on God that the scene is brutal Can't buzz on my ting, numerous knifings bro dished that headshot it was fatal This war got my man hit in the head, had me billin' up TT warhead flavours [Verse] Ayy, drill dat up(Grr) Ayy, ching dat up(Ying) Ayy, bill dat up cah' now we got my man stuck in a mud They want war with my gang shoot or knife man I know they had fucking enough Anything red thats nothing but facts, so I know that the police dеcipherin' us Anything blue thats nothing but cap, cah' im always in the hood thеy ain't riding on us We get opps down we get money up but something like Dave can't style on us Emptied every wap we had except for the Skorps soon fire it up I taped the Hill few nearly killed,i touched paigons for the cause not thrill We turnt fucking Lane to ghost town Haunting them this beef is real Hunting opps, i shoot or peel Heard there's askar all on the oppblock, fuck that shit man's routing still How the fuck do you call him drill,he ain't done no drills and he pops bare pills Kill my killer, know SB will The fans wanna hear about violence Fuck the Trident its the truth I spill We got killers,im a main driller All now we ain't got lifers still Pull up on opps there, jumping counters Shot the kebab they hide in tills He went on the run got turnt to bud, it was his death he was hiding still Worksy this, Worksy that More than you I got dirty nanks, celibate man i dont do that I cannot fall for a thirsty trap We don't see droughts the paigons brass, I call that bando a thirsty trap Got down 10 then nearly 20, draw me out I get 30 man We got guns and they're always around me, aim for heads if I burst and clap Pull up on Stitch, he left his bitch I was beating corn tryna burst his back I got all of my broski's backs, violate bro im'a get you back Remember that day, I kept on shooting I nearly shot my bro in his back [Chorus] Word to Sus and free SWavey, they want me dead and the feelings mutual If me and ChingDat grab dat it and chinged dat Then I put it on God that the scene is brutal Can't buzz on my ting, numerous knifings bro dished that headshot it was fatal This war got my man hit in the head, had me billin' up TT warhead flavours