Lightwork Freestyle 2

Part 1
[Intro]
That sounds cold
Sosamillz, what the frick?

[Verse]
I tried to slap ten in his shirt like Messi
Gladly get nicked, know better
[?] strength, free bro, can't bang
Like, that’s a 12-gauge and a hundred belts
I was 13 with a flicks, tryna ching man's face
****, putting man through hell
[?] 15 with a 15-inch
And then, shh-shh got bored with his gyal
Fi-fifteen with a flicks
Aw, bruce might've swung that well
And fuck all they know ’bout pressure
'Cause my opps love boring girls (Amen)
Hella Ks get thrown on us
But nobody's been K'd from the 12 (No)
And I still put **** on my [?]
Like, [?] like fucking in hell (Gladly)
And I still do jump out bait
Any [?] man clock hafta get shaved
Til' this beef can't settle
No way, til' one of them grave (Aw, man)
Uh, slide by this and wave
Get-got before you skate
Fuck, do it how we done ****
Please, jump off, get 'fect by these blades
(And I see 12 men try jet
I wan’ leave red pools in that shit, [?])
T-T, **** pull off the sample
He try fly out the ride, got splashed up
No black [?], hop-hop-hop
Hop out the boss like Jack
Big .24, whip that and attack man
No pack man in my brokest booting
I’m clueless, like bro, did I do this?
No movin' if I jump off, fuck it, you know I’m pursuing
And since they wan' talk about scores
Let's talk about scores, how many niggas been bored?
****, M'Skum, ****, ****, ****, ****, ****
It’s a fuckin' [?], more
Huh, the opp boys tired, them boy need snores
Mr. MH, your bitch adore
Bend her over, fuck that, all fours
Bruck her back and make her scream, "More"
If she's on me, [?]
[?] jeet it, make her scream, "Uh"
Uh, uh-uppity-uh
[?] jeet it, make her scream, "Uh"
Uh, uh-uppity-uh

Part 2
[Intro]
Yo, Elevate made this beat
It sounds cold
I could never be like them, [?] out, I'm finished (Part 2, part 2)
Still defend my block like Vidić
Lowkz, wagwan?

[Verse]
I could never be like them, [?] out, I'm finished
[?], I still defend my block like Vidić
When we rise up with wands like quidditch
They run off, we sprintin'
Catch up and get loose chinin'
They talk shit, but they ain't on fibbings
Uh, stop kidding
Jus' cap rap, they ain't built like that
We pull up-we pull up and them boy there dash
Blacked-blacked-out whips, jump out, get splashed
Four-double-O, dun' did it with Sav
Them-them boy chat, they ain't on Sanch (Nope)
They cap and they act
We-we pull with things and stuff (Where you at?)
Them boy run off, but still get splashed (Where you at?)
He got put in a [?] (LOL)
He got chinged in front of his bitch
And the bitch screamed out, "Like, LOL, look at this bitch" (Ha-ha)
I-I shoulda' smacked the tar
But his head, I've forgot to [?] (Why?)
'Cuz-'cuz I've got jakes on my back
And they really tryna grab my [?]
Back-back then, it was pushed by bro
And one hand on hip (Man know)
And I never had no bally
Had bally anytime I seen these pricks (Had bally on)
Jump-jump off, lemme [?] his bike
Fuck it, lemme give him this thing
And hella yutes talk on my name
Come through, like, [?], come and hold this ching
Uh, I-I'm devillish
I'm gettin' them, fuck that, man wetting
Them-them-them man talk on my name
But they 'dun been got, hella yutes been cheffin' (Aw, man)
And still, they wan' talk on my name (What?)
Are you fucking dumb? (Mad?)
[?] with deluded thugs
We rise up on you or your [?]
Jump-jump out bushes and jump out whips
Jump off bikes, tryna leave you stiff
And still, they talk 'bout shit
Come see, like man won't rise on your crib (Man know)
Gi-gi-give man verbal (Huh?)
Alright, ching man's chest 'til it's purple
I don't wanna see no more verbal
'Cah everytime we buck up, they hurdle
Hella yutes been smacked
For tryna give man chat
And then, they wanna talk on Sanch
Fu-fuck that, lemme back this shank
Top [?], it's still on my hip
Skinny jeans on my trackies, bro
They-they-they try ride on gang
And see if you won't get left with holes (Aw, man)
Free all my locked-up bros
But I still ride-out with volts (On gang)
Take risk on [?], akhi (Yeah?)
'Cuz this is the life I live (On gang)
They say that they ain't run from S
But, aw, nah, not one [?] (No)
They say that they're 'gon get me
Aw, nah, brodie, they ain't even dun' a thing
I been in the field since '011
And brodie, they ain't on piss
So how could you give man chat?
Fucking brats
Them boy don't beat no corn (None)
They don't have no waps (None)
If they did, then
How come I don't have friends that 'dun been packed?
All they do is cap
Tell lies on the Internet
When, really and truely
All of us 'dun know that their friends have been cheffed
And still, they 'wan give verbal
Fucking hell, your team's a mess
If we pull up with some fuckeries
Eyes on hip, watch them boy do legs
I lost count of how many man been cheffed
And how many man been uh
How many man been uh
And how many man been uh
How many man been uh
And how many man been uh
Fucking hell, man
You know what is 'ready

[Outro]
(Uh, niggas know)