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sin squad – hotbox freestyle lyrics

[intro]
yo, entourage
kf beats

[verse 1: bully b]
just got back from the landin’
fouyad had his ear all flappin’
cah, i was on his block tryna pack him
bully b, i’m known for the shankings
mad ting, drenched that up and then vanished
turn all of my opps dem package
catchin’ m’s like mixtape madness
broski’s tellin’ me slap it
but this hand ting’s just jammin’ on a mad ting
i’m like free all the guys on the landin’
trust me, free all the guys on the landin’
and i ain’t getting wrapped like [?]
like, you’ll get your rarted clapped
and don’t go lie on tracks
if you’re slappin’ out corn then we’re slappin’ it back
cah, we run haringey map
but i still move bricks like lego
if you come to the lane, it’s a wrap
buds come lookin’ like melo
and left me feelin’ like lampz
them man over there are celibate
cah they’re always bussin’ off blanks
this .44 knocks down elephants
and the sh#lls go spread like jam

[verse 2: lr]
let me just get this straight
bando, who the f#ck you got on your blade?
tyres screech when i’m filled with rage
don’t pull up with cheffs, go correct your aim
shootin’ at walls, don’t mention my name
the real slap#its locked behind gates
i was just o when t got blazed
but it’s just back to the block, l2 get blazed
you’re shootin’ at walls, don’t mention my name
majority of your gang jumped on for fame
that’s lame
in n9, still wave them blades
take us to the woods, another t#shirt made
[?] got bun, tried run away
hoopty’s hot, come, we change them plates
then it’s ot settings, no switchin’ lane
just got keys for the gla
me and sparko, we be on our way
snapchat beef, don’t talk, just brave
if it’s glidin’ time, don’t slip like [?]
civilians callin’ me their mate
just ’cause i asked for a bit of [?]
free sneeko, never spoke, no snakes
when it’s jailhouse settings, go fist man’s face
twelve or one, that’s drill’s replaced
next day, slid [?] with a f#ck off gauge
didn’t see no one, for goodness sake
(didn’t see no one, for goodness sake)

[verse 3: tp]
passy settings, doin’ up glidin’
habbad on broski’s lap
but broski’s drivin’, doin’ up mileage
there’s no way we’re gettin’ bagged
doin’ up skrr, doin’ up slidin’
the 9 don’t apply no pressure
slide through afghan’o with pleasure
times two, put twelve in the mag’
that’s three opp block’s we’re routin’
do it in style like harry
one direction, opp block tourin’
scorin’, scorin’, scorin’
golden boot don’t need a mention
you know it’s park lane winnin’
drillin’, drillin’, drillin’
i don’t do fibbin’
slide ’round there, put two where you’re thinkin’
put two where you’re thinkin’
slide ’round there, put two where you’re thinkin’
put two where you’re thinkin’

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