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omh - lightwork freestyle lyrics

[intro: st.sav, t & double m]
hargo production
numerous times i step with the iron
apparently the 4 is hot
apparently the 4 is obbo
i got a sweet one, loves to play games

[verse 1: t]
apparently the 4 is hot (hot)
apparently the 4 is obbo
you see these yutes over here
we will score for your ass with hollows (hollows)
don’t bleach it, dash it
i’m convinced that someone’s snitching
there’s too many snakes in the grass
after that drill, had to petrol bath

[verse 2: st.sav]
numerous times i step with the iron
that’s me and lankz on the opp block, with two skengs like stewiе and brian (brian)
only cut when i hear them sirеns
pull up on the opps and drill it like trident (dududu)
about “the 4 don’t ride”, they’re lying
pull up on dem and them man there hiding
pull up on dem and them man there hiding
[verse 3: double m]
hashtag chattings, a newb’ got battered
she want bruck the back for m
bruck that back, then pass to my friends
get round there with them loaded skengs, tryna dead up a 16 gm
they love talk about “161”, but they love to hop that fence
they love to hop that fence

[verse 4: t]
last one’s left, we’re a die and breed
f+ck the police and free up my team
get round there and bang machines
reload twice and do it, repeat
now i’m in the back road burning clothes
park that dinger and slash that pole
oh sh+t, did i make it home?
i done that drill, now the problem’s solved
i spilled an amount like dora
blood on my shank, like juice on spill
manual, hop off the 125 with a wap on my hand and confirm that k!ll
i done drop my shank on the opp block
bro done a u+turn with a dot+dot
we done chased man down like we’re undies
and you ain’t seen no one by rowley

[verse 5: st.sav]
man, pull up and park it, aim for the target
it’s time to invest in a casket
more sh+lls didn’t mark it, man run when i bark it
dotty sh+lls stop where your heart is
how many times have we locked off rectory?
the amount of times we’ve ran up in stokey
see me lean with the dots like mk
tryna rinse that ting ’til it’s empty
[verse 6: double m]
i got a sweet one, loves to play games
so i told her, “jump on this tilted towers”
don’t give a f+ck if you’re family, still get bun and they did it from power
in the passenger with loose
trapmash, kick it like jetli
after that, we go spill some juice
and go spill some juice

[verse 7: t]
’bout “back the wap and then wig it”
got caught on a murder trial, devontae and kasper started snitching
free wooly, free wooly, free wooly
he’s locked in the can for shooting at ic3’s in blacked out hoodies
ay, barbie, check these goodies
man’s beefing the 16 bookies

[verse 8: st.sav]
ride out more, that’s shirts on faces
tryna put mans face on a shirt
if we get nicked, we buss them cases, ‘cah we don’t talk when we do them dirt
bring that pole, let’s skid and skrr
he got chinged and he got burst
opp block tour with a sarge, disperse
with a .38 spins, that’s hole through shirts
[verse 9: double m]
he was talking alla dat, do some rude
watch this ting echo in the room
free kb, he’s hold that broom, wait, steady
i keep my mashes like jezzies
me, tloose and d in the back, that’s another black yute ‘pon telly
can’t talk about them stabbings
been no chattings, straight just action
bro did his head and his back, no fashion
it’s 4’s up or get bored up
them n+ggas don’t get no cash in

[outro: t, st.sav & double m]
apparently the 4 is hot (hot)
apparently the 4 is obbo
you see these yutes over here
we will score for your ass with hollows (hollows)
don’t bleach it, dash it
i’m convinced that someone’s snitching
there’s too many snakes in the grass
after that drill, had to petrol bath
numerous times i step with the iron
that’s me and lankz on the opp block, with two skengs like stewie and brian
only cut when i hear them sirens
pull up on the opps and drill it like trident
about “the 4 don’t ride”, they’re lying
pull up on dem and them man there hiding
pull up on dem and them man there hiding
hashtag chattings, a newb’ got battered
she want bruck the back for m
bruck that back, then pass to my friends
get round there with them loaded skengs, tryna dead up a 16 gm
they love talk about “161”, but they love to hop that fence
they love to hop that fence

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