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akz - back to it (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
ar+ar+ar+arkz beats
gang

[chorus]
i find it easy to flow in these beats
gang already shot ++++, gang really put weed
how you tryna beat all these guns that you claimin’ it?
don’t even work, go use some grease
i could’ve just hopped in the dinger with bro
but my hair was out and i just putted grease
and i had a reflective mark on my fleece
bro got tech with the glee
so i took off my gloves and gave in the glee (boy)
f+ck with these life excuses
if i do it again and f+ck up again
i’ma look up myself and think i’m a nuisance
when you was third and you’re known as a student
when i was third and i was known as a nuisance
student at school, yeah, eight, yeah
nine got kicked out, them times, lost and clueless
[verse]
i remember sayin’, “f+ck these rap beats”
now, listen what i’m rappin’ on (listen up)
’cause it’s suttin’ cold puttin’ these rappers on
like the big trappers puttin’ these trappers on
if bug wants to glide then i was gonna glide
ask bug if i won’t just tag along
i still ride on tag, f+ck babylon
i just keep it real, i don’t cap on songs
when i step on road, feds see us
foot down on the gas with my tinted windows
i’m pressin’ it down with the way
f+ck tryna be calm and lenient
heard a man that got chat for the friends
when it’s glidin’ time, man act like idiot
if you’re talkin’ ’bout tottenham
farm on tottenham, we put the rassclart t in it
and assert this glide for the fun of it (mm)
bro just stepped in the dance on the heat
but at least one of us is still come with it
gunman ’round there, ‘course he got ‘nough of it (blaow)
and you can’t bring a uber down into fun
cab+man really knows it’s a shutter bit
ask him now and see how he stutters it (baow, baow, baow)
if i got one in the gun beat, one can’t know got aim then run of it
squeeze on the ting like wobbles did (my bro)
and if i got suttin’ to say, i’ll say it
i’ll keep it real, i won’t mutter it
first glide that i winner on, knew i was mad
i just flew out the car, start duckin’ pr+cks
six and i been hacked in the love of it
and i can’t have cash
i’m either too long, i spend it all, not some of it (racks)
gang will cop all the waps, not some of it (all oft hem)
probation keeps askin’ me about beef
deep down, they know i’m not done with it
it’s always the b+tch that you don’t want nut in
somewhere you end up nuttin’ in
i still roll with my shank and cullinan
got me screamin’, “cullinan, cullinan”
and my fl!ck shank’s movin’ kinda bookey
only time you see me do diy
’cause i ain’t out here movin’ loosey
tyin’ it up then slide like toosie
i won’t be gassed if i f+ck with the groupies
i’m bad on my ones, i don’t need a whole group, g
shorty think about come to the o
tell her, “don’t move shy, move more like snoochie”
[pre+chorus]
we just slide on the opps for the fun of it
we just copped new waps for the fun of it
broski’s a madman, so don’t get poked ’til poke man up for the fun of it (mad)
feds up and down in the block
there’s always a reason they always comin’ quick
don’t get chopped tryna run and trip
got one on the head for the fun of it (blaow, blaow)

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