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culps - hb freestyle lyrics

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i kept on whippin’ til’ my wrist hurts
comin’ from the slums, free my n+ggas doing big birds
big spliffs we had to light with the wick first
them scouse hitta’s n+gga, i can get a kid jerked
from manny where the g’s are
it’s gucci linen boy, you pullin’ up in gstar
you chasin’ women, i’m posted up where the fiends are
or somewhere on the back block, runnin’ in your weed farm
all these verbalist’s, really you ain’t jerkin’ it
really round them shooters who be praying just to murder sh+t
we from blocka and i’m sure you n+ggas heard of it
beef neeks so you know i hit the curb with it
blue light so you know i got the rundown
why you lockin’ off just because the suns down
k got it vac packed, throwin’ all them nugs out
eyes chinese, only smokin’ if the buds loud
this new cracks hittin’ my n+gga we’re gettin’ gritty
and i just copped the rears, ain’t packin’ it til’ it’s finished
homie i’ve got big dreams, i’m tryna make my wrist beam
i was only 16, sittin’ on a 15
n+ggas know i’m the definition of trap
had the pack up in my sock and i ran it up in the flats
me and eli in them rentals, really hungry for them racks
we was sleepin’ in the whip, now i’ve got problems with my back
you was never in the field darg, why you gotta gas?
i was up n’ down prinny n+gga hittin’ all my cats
and i’ll never tick a bit, my nitty’s payin’ for my wraps
and i’m really in the field if me [?]
i ain’t been hear in a minute
i been sittin’ up in prison throwin’ lyrics on a riddim, tryna visualize my vision
on the wing, i’m with them k!llers
stay surrounded by them hitta’s
put the tuna in a sock and won’t hesitate just to wig him
it’s south manny where there’s dotties n’ some spinnas
give a f+ck about your feelings, if he’s flossin’ then we strip him
n+gga you a loser
only f+ckin’ with them winners, hence my chains all buss down, it’s giving me the shivers
run these bits up with a servery hat, bet you never heard of that
the things you learn in prison, gis’ a beat, you know i’ll murder that
k!llers in the states, you know we f+ckin’ with the murder gang
so tapped in, your baby mother probably hear of man
ain’t blowin’ on that ammi sh+t, bro i’ve already told you this
[???] on a cali spliff, blowin’ in the maddest whips
shawty in the passy and she even wants to handle it
[?] blockas the only option is we rammin’ it
hold on one minute, jus’ let me handle my business
you know the blow will be ringing, i double double them figures
with m lo on the wing and there ain’t no question he’s chingin’ em
man with k don n’ kash, only big zoots we be billin’
i’m tryna stack me a million, f+ck it billion, trillion
locked in hindley in wigan, was on the landin’ with hittas
most you n+ggas are b+tches, i seen you crumble in prison
these little d+ckheads are timid, i promise you they ain’t with it
i kick the door in then i run in in my thermals
if i window slippin’ them we hoppin’ like it’s hurdles
i into all that long chat
let me give you one fact, if it ain’t bout money better put it in your journal
you really need to fix up, get your quids up
if this n+ggas tryna fliss floss, i’ll take his wrist watch
i ain’t tryna rob the runner, tryna jack the big boss
give a f+ck about your name, i want my belly rick ross
on the landin’ with them lifers, k!llers and them fighters
steppin’ in the pad with big men, i got em’ frightened
in night gowns n’ sliders, birds we just ride em’
the day i’m off license, i guarantee i leave the island
and yeah it’s like that, nicky love to pipe crack
doin’ the dishes, i lose it then i bring it right back
it’ll turn you to salami if it’s on him you won’t like that
shootin’ like he marcus, hit a n+gga in his high hat

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