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yd (zt) - lightwork freestyle lyrics

[intro: yd & t16]
it’s havoc baby
real 16
zero tolerance
lightwork freestyle
some 16, zt sh+t, haha
gang
they get hit, don’t ride like “how?”
turn bowl it’s finger l!cking
in the t house i’m reminiscing
he got bucked and he held this dipping
i don’t need to pretend
we’ve done taped off all of our paigon ends
and stally ain’t done no drills
his blood’s been spilled, and he hits civils

[chorus: yd & t16]
we put six in spinners (bow)
and we get round in dingers (yeah)
it’s like them man chat like b+tches
i just wanna leave man in stitches (alright)
i’m 16, stokey i lovе my bits
[?] side of the m16 (sixteen)
get round thеre in tinted dingers
slap off corn and tape off strips (bow)
itching to pull this trigger (ah?)
won’t get away, unlucky f+cker (yeah)
man wanna talk ’bout gunners
but move quick like we’re doing up runners
circle your block four times no aldi (four times)
won’t leave till the whole job’s done (no)
anyone screaming 416 or 9, haffi get bun
[verse 1: yd]
blacked out like the grim reaper (yeah)
get holes with the ramz or heater (bow)
burst mans face with the nine millimetre (that’s right)
but we took he’s a target hitter (ah)
itching to pull this trigger
doing up seven for a loaded spinner (yeah)
all of my guys dem drillers
gang riding, yeah we got four dingers (gang)
if it goes wrong, then we do it on toes (that’s right)
then sn+tch and grab them souls (zt)
got boxed tryna get off the road
throwing up 9s so we put him on clothes (mad)
they get hit, don’t ride like “how?”
turn bowl it’s finger l!cking (mm)
in the t house i’m reminiscing
he got bucked and he held this dipping (wet up)
them opps they know that the gang love fishing (bow)
twenty two inch, but it’s going all in
only a [?] been stainless steel
.32 bells, for your one’s won’t heal

[interlude: yd]
them opps they know that the gang love fishing (bow)
twenty two inch, but it’s going all in (ah)
only a [?] been stainless steel
.32 bells, for your one’s won’t heal
[verse 2: t16]
this sweet one come brown and leng
i f+cked that b+tch and she locks this skeng
what’d you know about sliding on opps
and see them run off and leave their friends?
i don’t need to pretend
we’ve taped off all of our paigon ends (all of them)
and stally ain’t done no drills
his blood’s been spilled, and he hits civils (some d+ckheads)
how they talk ’bout hollow tip bells?
you come to the block and your one pops jam (they jam)
we ride with shanks, waps for opps
i know i’ve attended if i got that drop (i’m there)
jump out gang, watch ’em run like sheggy
them man there run like tyson g+y (some athletes)
put two in the gauge
lean out the ride tryna catch me a k (bow)

[chorus: yd & t16]
we put six in spinners (bow)
and we get round in dingers (yeah)
it’s like them man chat like b+tches
i just wanna leave man in stitches (alright)
i’m 16, stokey i love my bits
[?] side of the m16 (sixteen)
get round there in tinted dingers
slap off corn and tape off strips (bow)
itching to pull this trigger (ah?)
won’t get away, unlucky f+cker (yeah)
man wanna talk ’bout gunners
but move quick like we’re doing up runners
circle your block four times no aldi (four times)
won’t leave till the whole job’s done (no)
anyone screaming 416 or 9, haffi get bun
part 2

[chorus: yd & t16]
better step with drills, can’t step with mine (you win)
we got sticks and loaded [?] (bow)
two got dropped and he started writing (mad)
i can’t lie i’m in love with gliding
i can’t lie i fell in love with gliding (yeah)
3 double o or 125, the 6ixers just stepped out, we sliding (sixteen)
like “why the f+ck are they hiding?” (why?)
riding, riding, gang’s all violent
step with waps, like f+ck the trident (bow)
it’s like none of them man dere violent (none)
i’ve been seeking and dem man hiding (where they?)
them man there chat (4’k)
we get round there with samurais and waps
buck into yutes, they run
shh got splashed and he ain’t been back (no they ain’t)

[verse 1: yd]
intention to take mans life
they’re friends in the ground but they’re still on a glide
them man there get tripped, ripped
and if they survive tell fibbings (mad)
no reviving this life i’m living (none)
bro got the drop, on my life i’m with him
who’s that, grip him, dip him
got caught by the [?]
he’s slipping, swimming (wet up)
they can’t speak on them we’re winning
them man don’t ride instead they’re singing (that’s right)
die ls? like who are they kidding?
3 double o with the loaded spin ting (bow, bow)
bro’s song so i know he’s rinsing (gang)
roll on [?]
ls down in the pit? get soaked up
it’s not gang, it’s life you’re fighting
don’t get bucked on my life it’s frightening (don’t)
this bad b wanna hold this pipe in
but she come dead, the ting ain’t rising (ah)
get the drop on an opp it’s rising (gang, gang)

[interlude: yd]
don’t get bucked with a knife it’s frightening
this bad b wanna hold this pipe in
but she come dead, the ting ain’t rising
get the drop on an opp it’s rising

[verse 2: t16]
four doors get popped on the 4
jumped out the ride tryna turn man corpse (jump out gang)
on the glide with the .44 spinner
do it like drilla, step opp block tryna k!ll these n+ggas (grr, bow)
i got toes and it’s me, even though they can’t even see my face (no)
ballies and gloves, i left no trace
splashed them bait, then catched no case (splashed them)
ko can’t rap ’bout soaking (nah)
trelawney boys can’t talk on the 6 (sixteen)
we get round there in dingers
i leave man splashed on paigon strips
they push and leave their friends
i beef some nerds, some f+cking gems (some d+ckheads)
circle, circle e9 block with zombies or glocks tryna get man gwop (skrrt, skrrt)

[chorus: yd & t16]
better step with drills, can’t step with mine (that’s right)
we got sticks and loaded [?] (bow)
two got dropped and he started writing (mad)
i can’t lie i’m in love with gliding
i can’t lie i fell in love with gliding (yeah)
3 double o or 125, the 6ixers just stepped out, we sliding (skrrt)
like “why the f+ck are they hiding?” (why?)
riding, riding, gang’s all violent
step with waps, like f+ck the trident (bow)
it’s like none of them man dere violent (none)
i’ve been seeking and dem man hiding (where they?)
them man there chat (4’k)
we get round there with samurais and waps
buck into yutes, they run
shh got splashed and he ain’t been back (no they ain’t) (you win)

- yd zt lyrics

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