Freestyle - Faultsz

[Verse]
More time might see me in the ends
With the girls with big breasts and big bumpers
You know we ain't talking jumpers
But your girl's dressed on me for the comfort
Man can't chat like say I don't do sick grime and get hot gashin
And know they don't have a bad cough when I say that I'm backtapping
I'm like yeah, I wanna draw that buff ting there
Looking all nice with her long brown hair
Boy better know that I won't get air
Hmm, I'm like yeah, she got a big bat but I don't care
Whip out the BB then I'm like yeah
If I don't draw that it would be rare
Remember the days when I used to roll round in the ends with a bag of piff
Change my sink on the daily, like what, since I had a bag of chips
Face bit bait in the ends so you know folks here had a bag of chicks
Might draw your wifey, now her legs open like she having kids
'Cause I dropped game like that
Brother could've never dropped game like that
Told one chick that I roll with NOV
Now she wanna come and give me brain like that
You ain't gonna guess what will go down next
If I move to your girl with a sick reflex
Dun said I'm here and you know I impress
Mash up your girl like dough in Greggs
Yes, I set levs, told your girl to undress
She'll undress, then she'll show me her breasts
'Cause she knows I'm the square and she knows we're the best
I don't wanna hear that you're no les
Shut up your mouth just take off your dress
After a sesh she will bun downstairs
Then duck out to ends and mash up a set
So I never flop no gash
Gucci belt but you've got no cash
Fast in the ting, man I move like flash
Take man out the scene, manna get subtract
I'll never go off track
Put it on folks, I'm a bigger boss man
Old school hat, and I spit it on back
See a guy in the middle with a baseball bat
Them man are not on levs
Flows I dropped, they already dropped them
Outshine a man like I'm in a contest
Roll round in a blue like I'm the Loch Ness
Smoke crow but I ain't got stress
Got P's but know you got less
'Cah my whole team thinks smart
If you chatting or begging I'll bust up your claart
Don't par, on a level that he can't pass
Show's get shut down 'cause I've got bars
What bars? Yeah I'm a lyrical boss
Chatting or begging about stitch your watch
You man are digital clocks
You ain't got arms or Glocks
All your bullshit best stop
Fam, you don't wanna get boxed
Here's the new shit
Don't come around me 'cause I'm bookie
Don't stub 'round me in your Gucci
Get covered in red like ruby
'Cah any grime beat will suit me
Drop a new flow then it sounds like a new me
I'll be like "Bop", he'll be like "Who's he?"
When I'm on a rhythm man I move like a uzi