MLoose(BG) - HB Freestyle [Season 3]

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[Intro: Joey Clipstar] Shit, Joey Clipstar HB freestyles, season 3 You already know what we do over here, we don't need to keep repeating the same things My guy Mloose, BG, Wolverhampton Stand up so you know what it is already, we don't do the talking We let the artist come and do the music Let's get into it right now DamZ, what the fuck? LS Beats DamZ, what the fuck? [Verse: Mloose] I don't need no assistance You know I can handle my own (Got it) But I still 2-step with bro If he sees them yutes, then he's letting it go What you know 'bout buying new mashes? You just wanna play like kids in the snow And I don't care about how peak it gets You know I can't leave my bro (I can't) Leave my broski? Hell no We stick together like pieces of Velcro My man try cover his face So gang just ripped up his arms and elbows (Wet him) 10 toes through the ends, dead Unless you're mandem or the Albos I'm still looking for works they've done But all now it ain't been found tho (Nope) I'm at war with most of my city But I still walk like everything's blessed Come to the B then you must've gone silly Try push me, get bored in your chest Boogz caught them man moving slippy He would've been dead if it weren't for the vest They say that BG don't get drilly Come Park Fields and give it a test (Slide) You better come with your best Cah my guys, they ain't aiming for legs If I swing at your coat, I'll open your chest (Wet him) I'm tryna go ham like West I don't care about your drip or sauce If I sauce man's drip with this ramz, he's stressed Even though we're beefing them and them We're still managing balls like pep (Come on) And my lifestyle's real as hell (Real) But I'm also rude as hell (Rude) Now, **** try come to my block So I ducked that yute and gave him a shell (Slapped him) In fact, I gave him 2 True say he try crawling off for some help Point-blank range, how's he alive? That's a story only he can tell (How?) The way that I yinged up Stooge You'd think that I'm not so sutton I beg you, don't push my buttons Or I'll leave man red, like the rawest Mutton (Come on) Them yutes can't buzz off me Doors get popped, that's everyone cuttin' (Dash) I've yinged that boy in the past He must not like revenge or something (Nope) My shank game's sick, ask ****, he's felt it When I draw it's gun's not felt tips Bun man's skin till his chestplate's melting If you get backed, don't sing like Elvis Lil Stooge got bored as well But I'm not sure if it was belly or pelvis I ain't waving waps in a run-off If I get held off, grab it and pelt it (Gang) I ain't got no positive bars I get 'round in the dodgiest cars Tryna pop back doors and done a man's dance If I see an opp, don't freeze like- (Nope) I tried to slap **** in his forehead When I had to 2 pop outta the car Close range shots, tryna open him up Or back the .8 mil, I'll do it from afar And we're swinging our shanks like pirates BG known for the violence It ain't that deep, I'll do it on license Lack on your block, this dude's been smoked If he bust case, then he woulda been dead Lucky that you were on the wing with the lifers I chill with slappers and knifers Leave man red like the window wipers (Wet him) My shank game's way too tekky I can show an opp boy about drills (Drill him) I yinged my man in his stomach Now he's full like he's had 2 meals You see my young G man trained him to kill If It's paigon's blood, we'll make it spill She wants to know how the good ting feels So grip on the neck and show her the grills [Outro] LS Beats Damm Zee, what the fuck?