100mph Freestyle X2

The yardman told us "Watch and learn, whip it properly"

No time for a stop-and-search if I got it on me

My next bro got a zombie killer, tryna turn man zombie

Used to grab light from the Turks, even though I found them dodgy

Been trapped in the trap all week, I'm still with K and you know that he flip loads

Been burning bridges, nothing like the one in San Francisco

Hate flashing lights, probably why I never went school prom or disco

Bro, tap that twice and make sure you leave some brain on the window

Put a hand on one of my slimes, of course I'm a hundred lurking

I know I'm a rapper, but if I see them man it's a hundred curtains

I was in OT two times, nearly got caught by the one time serving

Thank God that I didn't cah it would have been a cold cell in servery

This war can't get watered, why the fuck are you talking peace for?

Just got a new woosh, what the fuck do we need a receipt for?

On my lap I got me a pump, but this one ain't spitting out diesel

This foreign ain't got a clutch, my left foot's finna get pins and needles

I don't chat no girl 'bout street shit, but I don't wanna talk about star signs

If she's real, she's real, if she's not, it's cool, lemme hit like twice, then archive

I ain't got more friends than bisheads cah friends ain't there through the hard times

Like the time I went down to my last bill, had to hit country with NatNice

Miles away tryna make these packs fly, hoping that the bando pops

This phone won't give it a rest, and now I'm in and out of the bando lots

The front door's on a hinge, I can't make sure that the bando's locked

Plus I'm on edge, pray the crib don't get boomed, I know that the bando's hot

My neighbor's high off B

I don't even know why I sold him that

Rollin' time, man roll in black

Still tryna turn them broke boys pack

Still tryna leave a paigon dead

Weren't even them that took my friend

Man better change their friendship group

Hang with them, then you're one of them

Let's not talk 'bout them, that's dead

And let's not talk 'bout drip, that's wet

My rambo got more drip than them

But, then again, it got its drip from them

Let's not talk 'bout them, that's dead

And let's not talk 'bout drip, that's wet

My rambo got more drip than them

But, then again, it got its drip from them

Joe tryna fling his flicky reckless where your necklace is

Said she don't like hood ****, but rates my ting cah I got elegance

I can name six opps that done got chinged and ain't done a thing like ever since

Feds think it was me on a bike with a ting, too bad they ain't got enough evidence

When it's riding time, I'm riding cah I'm all like that

Told bro, "Don't aim for his legs, he don't even kick ball like that"

I know a few plugs, I wouldn't rap

Got a new ting, better not jam

Got new beef, better not lack

Shawty wan' fuck, better give hat

Just blue jakes, made it back crib

What a close call, gotta give thanks

Remember them days, broke as shit

Can't afford guns, gotta use shanks

This SUV must be scary

Didn't pop doors, that **** ran

Still A-Team, everybody know that

But gang say, "C, go studio, trap"

I'm with savages in the studio, akh

Can't run up on me while I'm making a track

Used to bop OT before the NSG track

A thousand pounds and I'm done with this pack

Ounce of dark

How much be the shoes on my feet?

Got an ounce of dark in my bag

Plugs that ever got robbed for their tings, I'll be real, no point tryna holla me back

Boring Friday night, doing hand-to-hands, coulda gone Tape or Prism

Local CIDs just want me in a Serco van on the way to prison

Missin'