MLoose(BG) - HB Freestyle [Season 3]

[Intro: Joey Clipstar]
Shit, Joey Clipstar
HB freestyles, season 3
You already know what we do over here, we don't need to keep repeating the same things
My guy Mloose, BG, Wolverhampton
Stand up so you know what it is already, we don't do the talking
We let the artist come and do the music
Let's get into it right now
DamZ, what the fuck?
LS Beats
DamZ, what the fuck?

[Verse: Mloose]
I don't need no assistance
You know I can handle my own (Got it)
But I still 2-step with bro
If he sees them yutes, then he's letting it go
What you know 'bout buying new mashes?
You just wanna play like kids in the snow
And I don't care about how peak it gets
You know I can't leave my bro (I can't)
Leave my broski? Hell no
We stick together like pieces of Velcro
My man try cover his face
So gang just ripped up his arms and elbows (Wet him)
10 toes through the ends, dead
Unless you're mandem or the Albos
I'm still looking for works they've done
But all now it ain't been found tho (Nope)
I'm at war with most of my city
But I still walk like everything's blessed
Come to the B then you must've gone silly
Try push me, get bored in your chest
Boogz caught them man moving slippy
He would've been dead if it weren't for the vest
They say that BG don't get drilly
Come Park Fields and give it a test (Slide)
You better come with your best
Cah my guys, they ain't aiming for legs
If I swing at your coat, I'll open your chest (Wet him)
I'm tryna go ham like West
I don't care about your drip or sauce
If I sauce man's drip with this ramz, he's stressed
Even though we're beefing them and them
We're still managing balls like pep (Come on)
And my lifestyle's real as hell (Real)
But I'm also rude as hell (Rude)
Now, **** try come to my block
So I ducked that yute and gave him a shell (Slapped him)
In fact, I gave him 2
True say he try crawling off for some help
Point-blank range, how's he alive?
That's a story only he can tell (How?)
The way that I yinged up Stooge
You'd think that I'm not so sutton
I beg you, don't push my buttons
Or I'll leave man red, like the rawest Mutton (Come on)
Them yutes can't buzz off me
Doors get popped, that's everyone cuttin' (Dash)
I've yinged that boy in the past
He must not like revenge or something (Nope)
My shank game's sick, ask ****, he's felt it
When I draw it's gun's not felt tips
Bun man's skin till his chestplate's melting
If you get backed, don't sing like Elvis
Lil Stooge got bored as well
But I'm not sure if it was belly or pelvis
I ain't waving waps in a run-off
If I get held off, grab it and pelt it (Gang)
I ain't got no positive bars
I get 'round in the dodgiest cars
Tryna pop back doors and done a man's dance
If I see an opp, don't freeze like- (Nope)
I tried to slap **** in his forehead
When I had to 2 pop outta the car
Close range shots, tryna open him up
Or back the .8 mil, I'll do it from afar
And we're swinging our shanks like pirates
BG known for the violence
It ain't that deep, I'll do it on license
Lack on your block, this dude's been smoked
If he bust case, then he woulda been dead
Lucky that you were on the wing with the lifers
I chill with slappers and knifers
Leave man red like the window wipers (Wet him)
My shank game's way too tekky
I can show an opp boy about drills (Drill him)
I yinged my man in his stomach
Now he's full like he's had 2 meals
You see my young G man trained him to kill
If It's paigon's blood, we'll make it spill
She wants to know how the good ting feels
So grip on the neck and show her the grills

[Outro]
LS Beats
Damm Zee, what the fuck?