Hot Box Freestyle: S2-E5 (feat. Sava & OTP)

Fill it with corn, I'll cock it and slap it

Hold this wap, Becky a savage

Bigga, big blade no cover

Really tryna catch him and do him proper

Don't lack in the O, be ready

You can get caught OT like ****

Hoods up, Transit door just slides

I've been on too many rides

(I love Chris Rich)

Hoods up, Transit door just slides

I've been on too many rides

Lil bro asked who should he knife

If he's throwing up O's, then we take his life

Ain't no joke when TP rides

Chinger go swing, mumsies cry

Big four-four, that's what we rise

Samurai swords, kitchen knives

Hoods up, Transit doors just slides

I've been on too many rides

Lil bro asked who should he knife

If he's throwing up O's, then we take his life

Ain't no joke when TP rides

Chinger go swing, mumsies cry

Big four-four, that's what we rise

Samurai swords, kitchen knives

Bigga, big blade no cover

Really tryna catch him and do him proper

Don't get caught in a rise-and-stutter

You'll end up six feet under

That's ten in his back like Messi

And two in the dots, don't test me

Just bless me

Cah the words on the streets don't lie

If L-arbs and G.I. are on him, I'm on him

I won't even ask them why

Just jump in that dinger with a rusty loaded spinner

No cap when I step on the pitch

Slap bally on my force like Mizz

Don't get caught and sing like ***

Don't sing like ****

On the trip tryna make it happen

It's about time they done some clappings

Round of applause cah the ting came patterned

Splash man down, left hand, he staggered

Talk on my name, that's ketchup splattered

Get caught with your bae, don't run, don't panic

Pausin' their ting when they see me back it

Sauce on my blade, little man turn cabbage

Pull up on your block and we ain't no guests

TP crash the party, it's mentz

Run man down straight out their ends

Don't scream, don't shout if I back this skeng

This gun don't click 'cause it's filled with lead

Step on the gas, we don't brake on bends

No skin-fades, tryna hit man's head

Now I'm smoking on the L, tryna pray he's ****

Don't lack in the O, be ready

You can get caught OT like ****

Got the semi, tryna aim it steady

Close one eye, got the wap, no Fetty

And I get high with the nine, no Baby

You can get drilled by me or ****

Cause some stress, put yutes on telly

You can get popped in the T, no cherry

Go to the plug, don't do con

Cats in the bando, ain't no Tom

Swing my blade, but they still sing songs

How you telling these lies, what the fuck are you on?

**** don't ride 'cause his kidneys gone

Buck into us then your ride gets long

TP gang, ask what we're on

We rise them skengs then rap on songs

Don't slip in the pitch like Gerrard

Cah that's two in your back like Neville

When they see me, they're seeing the devil

Saw my man then I clean it with Dettol

Then it's, it's straight to the dungeons

TP, that's Duckett's Common

Don't try run, don't try run

Run out of breath and you will get bun

How can you say that TP don't crash?

(Huh?) Yeah, we created this beef

We were there, just creeping in flats

They forgetting them times when we had all of dem man just doing a dash

Dem man vanish

Trip on your block and it might be tragic

No wonder why them man panic

On the opp block, man's leanin', cockin'

With the dot-dot aimed high, no stoppin'

Do it non-stop, see bodies droppin'

Hit one of them then my top needs washing

With the rambo, Xin Zhao, bro got him

When we ride out, we feed them losses

Back the nine out, don't give no tosses

On the front line where the opps ain't crossin'

Fill it with corn, I'll cock it and slap it

Hold this wap', Becky a savage

He tried run, slipped, then panicked

Close one eye when we have them dashing

Told my man that I ain't on chattings

Big 15 unclipped for splashings

Saw three of them, two just vanished

Done it on the net cah they do it for fashion

Lurky, lurky, with a mop, no beater

On the farm block, I'm a local cleaner

Two shanks up, big five seater

Fuck your mate, can't sip no litre

Hit his bro and sip some ether

Force my shank till it goes in deeper

This blade is a well known leaker

Glock 19, I'm a opp block creeper

Hoods up, Transit door just slides

I've been on too many rides

Lil bro asked who should he knife

If he's throwing up O's, then we take his life

Ain't no joke when TP rides

Chinger go swing, mumsies cry

Big four-four, that's what we rise

Samurai swords, kitchen knives

Hoods up, Transit doors just slides

I've been on too many rides

Lil bro asked who should he knife

If he's throwing up O's, then we take his life

Ain't no joke when TP rides

Chinger go swing, mumsies cry

Big four-four, that's what we rise

Samurai swords, kitchen knives