Bandido & Damage - Hb Freestyle (Season 3)

[Intro]
Yozora

[Verse 1: Damage]
Still-still-still put work on the streets and I spill man's ketchup
No-no-no-no homo, if only you saw how I touch man's chest up
They-they-they scorin' goals for my block like Kane or Vardy at Leicester
Minimum GBH when I step, best pray he don't get left back like Evra

[Verse 2: Bandido]
First right-first right-first right
Fir-first that I made from Harry and Deborah
Look, made-made about ten more by the end of November
Me and bro like Nani and Evra, this 08 dinger ain't got no censor
I don't wanna hear 'bout drags on ends
'Cah I got what you need, got weed got Zebra

[Verse 3: Damage]
All-all of this white, but I'm far from racist
Man serve shots like a work in Faces
Paid in full, idk who Ace is, trap and I run three yards like Bailiffs
Likе cannibals, feds want me in cages
Still need corn for thе—
Bro's got unlimited corn for the gauges
Sawn-off ting, that's a whole months wages

[Verse 4: Bandido]
Jeet-jeet mans girl, don't ask what the name is
Out in the blick like the nigga in Matrix
You could get got if you're white or black or Chinx
So I don't wanna hear 'bout racist
Still get dark from my Turkish plug
Still get white from my nigga in Hastings
Still gotta free all my guys in the landin'
Couple of mad tings, doin' up basic

[Verse 5: Damage]
Talk-talkin' **** them done taped it
Man got soaked, I don't kick like Jet Li (I don't kick like Jet Li)
If my-if my-if my-if my right gets tired, switch to my lefty
I sp-I spill juice, but I'm far from clumsy
Rip that tissue nothin' like Plenty
And any-and anytime man step with the dots
Let it sing like it's Elvis Presley

[Verse 6: Bandido]
Fuck-fuck-fuck that, let it sing like Rihanna
Either way man the dot-dot deadly
Corn for a man it ain't stays with Lesley
Green or red, either way there's plenty
Now-now I got Becks, in a tight arse dress
Tryna squeeze and tempt me
Still gotta handle mine, I'ma be back around half nine
So I bet it don't stress me

[Verse 7: Damage]
So I-So I beg don't stress man
I ain't no killer, nigga don't tempt man
Hammers like West Ham
But I just love when I cheff mans flesh all makin' an X fam
Might as well call man Paul how I wet man
Them man frauds, nothin' like F man
Fed man, I can never chat to the fed, man
Me and Bands comin' like Method & Redman

[Verse 8: Bandido]
What-what you know about F man?
Five in a day, two days, that's ten bags
Cute little hoes wan' get with the program
Back in school never passed me an exam
Chopped on my loud when I head the the man wan' dead man
No way that's dead fam
Right get's tired, man, switch to my left hand
Been on the curb way before I heard Skengman

[Verse 9: Damage]
Been-been on the curb since BB's and big back TV's
This cream ain't creamy
Dotty came way too long had to chop that down
Now it-now it's little like Weezy
Step with the nose, man get sneezy
Let that go now a man's gotta [?]
Or man just poke, put in repeat, man get goals, check man's CV

[Verse 10: Bandido]
Before I met Kiki, I was tryna line school shots at my BB
Back when I never had a rambo tucked
I was tryna lick man's face with a GG
Bro chi-bro chinged up his face, that's cheeky
But you don't boast 'bout the works, that's neeky
Said she can't come if her friends ain't freaky
She just called back, that's cheeky