G-CAT FREESTYLE

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Ju-Juuggyy baby, Michelin cooking daily
You know the regime
I got the light skin girl she feisty
Twerking turning this hot line crazy
Lately no one’s feeling safe B
Pavement really shaky
My young boy he got to get shavey
I beg a bad boy try page me
We do this naturally
Made Julie counting racks for me
Truly got slabs on fleek
My kings in a Habsy track baricee
See them it has to be, cause tragedies back strap a geek
Real shit, happily for Jazz or Cee
I got a team of schemers mopping sweepers, dealers as well
Trust me now, DNZ don’t fuck around
Chelsea’s a pest, secretly stressed she cannot lock me down
Fuckin hell I’m like darling I’m done with them cuffs for now
Let me make it clear, I will shave his braids I ain’t playing fair
It used to be skateboards, scooters, now it’s all big black blades and shooters
Simon saying he’s piping up no homo, bro bro piped him down
Slide around might have to Ital-a-vise a clown
And if what you’re speaking’s true, why run when I pop out, peekaboo
You know how the creepers do
Cleaners, sweep up yutes
Hyenas scheming, eat up food
My guy's mad cah I jeet his boo
No respect, like her and your friend they'll get left wet
On me he reckons, I walk and talk with loaded weapons
Stalked and severed
[?] torn up sweaters
Naughty rebeccas, they scream Juggy down here to cheffers
Ooh lengers, she on her redders free the neckers

On my life, when A1 died I spazzed and cried
Told mum "I'm fine", all guys 'round me be strapped like dykes
Juggs, I'm king of the kings
Swing and scratch your back then fling
Dash I'm catching him
Why you think that they had me trapped in bin
Crossed that off the map, X factored him
These twats ain't packed a thing
Me and Crisis sat in the T-spot lean up soldier, slabs and cling
I love me Italian baddies, especially when they got chest and batty
Isabella knows I ain't capo, I'm El Capo the tutti capi
Dargy be super duper tapped
Best watch how you're moving akh
Intrigued like who are they shooting at
Pull up and prove it's cap
On the wok I [?] trust me we bruisin' abs
Juggy ain't new to that
Check the news for the proof and stats
On sight I brandish heat or minimum swinging my black 15s
Either way it's headshot, neckshot, chestshot ah back and spleen
Ask P about me in jail I still shing shao him when we were showering
AJ and [?] caught that on the 3s they weren't hearing "lowe it"
All this greasy talk boy stop, you'll get left on the street with a leaking top
Still dodging these dirty cops, I was 13 serving feinds with rock
Turn that half to a zino, that to a kilo, ah free zino

Anyone bad try Crisis, wallah I risk coming back to my lifers
Dressed in jamas and sliders, none of my sinners pious
You are not drillers, liars
You are not skidding tires
I hop out of bimmers with spinners
I promise the facial expression is priceless