Section Sessions [Freestyle]

[Verse 1: Sleeks]
I been here and I done that
I went OT, where the juggs at?
In 1 flat, with a young G
And if the feds come, tell em plug that
Bare smoke in the front room
Throw your paper, they bun crack
Got a call from the worker
He done a 10 on 10 I might tunt that
In the kitchen with the teacher
Pyrex and 10 heaters
Pot stir, put the heater
Whippin' experiment
Get a brick and then tear it
In the whip to get earnings
Chase the cheddar like vermin
In the street, workin'

[Verse 2: Inch]
They're not bad like War
What? Bad since when?
Them boys some pricks
They don't want it with 'nem
Look 'pon the crew my yout, you're a silly expense
Look 'pon the goonsdem too, man you think they pretend
Man ah grind in the week
Man ah shell the weekend
Ain't got time for no fat face yout
Or no long 'and friend
Man ah give a gyal hood
Man ah long till it bend
Gyal gimme uhh, don't run and tell your friend...

[Verse 3: Deepee]
It's boring
I see man are like gyal, they whorin'
I saw it, bro saw it
Might see a heffa with man
That's a wetter wid man, and gang she's gorgeous
When the supper comes up it's awkward
Beat suttin' but can't ignore it
22s man's comin' round corners
2 3s, jump man in their Jordans
When you step better step with caution
When one of those ghosts start hauntin' 'em
Lose ball 'em
Mummy never got hurt, but caught him
Peng gyal want gang and all this man
Them man saw man's important
Man's ever so blessed and the coolest
If that nigga didn't guess he foolin'
Dippin' with a sket, man's awkward
Chillin' with the set, man's tourin'
Hit him in the left and pause him
Man's sittin' in the trap with warlords
With niggas doin' mash wid torches
Got the spinner in the coat in wardrobes
We're the violent kind and you're watered
And get busy with Nines and daughters
If your diamonds shine then insure it
We grap an akh and insure it
If you're bredrin forgot we assure him
Got fingers up arse, I saw him
But every other day man's ballin'

[Verse 4: Swift]
Whizzin' and Skrrin'
Then he hit that person
I put Re in the trap, you know man's workin'
Gyal lookin' kardash
But the sketty bum version
Put shells on backs, makin' man turtle
Heard man's in flats, so manaman circled
They try put it on man
Man ah reverse it
And if man ever lacked
Then I probably deserve it
Pack on fat, pack on Sherman
Make gyal damp, she's actin' like Squirtle
Splash splash fill up the brap
And the 2 shot dot not nervous
'Nem that's gang, look how dem hang
That's man bags and burners
Flexy flexy
Section that's gangdem, she thinks it's sexy
I got black like Mike, I got white like Becky
And then man wants to fight
But man's way too skengy

[Verse 5: Knine]
Slug surfin', I'm drippin'
Snow's in the kitchen, they whippin
In the ride, fast whizzin'
Who you kiddin'?
Man's in the studio gettin' hits in
When I'm in the trap I just flip shit
Hit the road I'm with gang
For the big bucks we start scheming
Quay out in dat hot house
With that big shank, I won't sleep in
Fuck feds what I'm screamin'
Pigs got my niggas in the box
And I can't wait till they come home
Pull it out and make you run home
Green light you're in a red zone
Kit Kats make the phone blow
Hunchos on hunchos
She want smoke with me
Roll a big one we gon' get stoned
Pour me up some petrol
Mans extra-terrestrial
Better know who your steppin' for
Family only I don't par with [?]
War is war, man ah do your homie
Section that's only

[Verse 6: Littlez]
Section season
Been overseas, still gettin' that green in
She a cat for the D, that gyal they fiendin'
In the trap with ......
Whip that get creamin'
Them man are [?]
My mate gyal cum then I'm leavin'
Jump in the whip I'm swervin'
See the big dog, I'm speedin'
Sideman to hatey
Niggas ain't got no reason
OT I make deals with demons
Man ah move them Ps while dreamin'
Man a real don darggin'
Yea I beg man pardon
I can phone up doggies
See tingsdem barkin'
Yea the trap is boomin'
Man ah shots been lardin'
In the whip just swervin'
You know that Landlord blastin'
Had sticks in the garden
And...in 'arden

[Verse 7: Deepee]
Boom, I'm the perp'
More time, one time
Anytime I do work
I'm a gold digger cause man pressure by pipe
That thing get burst
As a young boy probably was worse
But I'm good in my hands
And my hands still work
When I do tour life, what what what what?
More money more life, man's blessed can't curse
When me lost SO we're hurt
Now I can't TS and it makes man feel worse
I do amm til a man feels burst
In the van skrr swerve
With Worma early bird, knee deep in the mud
And you niggas is some nerdy nerds
You know I plug, Trapstar [?]

[Verse 8: Inch]
Right now I'm chillin' with Ray and nephews
Rock hit 2 and snapper just cut through
Man ah need me a plan B
I need me a next room
Man ah need me a land
And I need me some fresh fruits
We don't take tough chat
We don't care who you're next to
Got gyal outta town and gyal in the next room
Got gyal in jooge and gyal in the bedroom
Man ah lock arff the dance anytime that we step through

[Verse 9: Swift]
Skrr skrr skrr, T life chillin sea side
Niggas bitches lie
Niggas with [?]
Fingers finger the 9
Inches billin' with Knine
Niggas still spittin' like I
Move pipe like "Hi and Bye"
Bling bling when I smile
Ching ching man's high
Lim' biscuits inside
You want a brick, "Aight"
With a [?] Nike
Your chick's so fly
Post pics for likes
So sick when I don't try

[Verse 10: Sleeks]
Drugs in the car
Gear 6 clutch back, live for [?]
I'm a rap-star, never fall off
I'm a trap-star, you can ask Mark
In the T house, that's a green house
Sellin' packs that's smellin' like fart
Do maths, man's addin' up fast
Been through loads of green like a park
Get bags like groceries
Get gwop that's supposed to be
SB that's 6 man
And the rest of boy they all phony
Do road with my brodies
Uber I'll control it
The catsdem phonin'
But right now I'm on a show ting

[Verse 11: Littlez]
[?] trapstars
Bang bang in a black car
Got hard raps and I rap hard
Smoke more green than your backyard
Young niggas we in charge
If you're a sideboy get the red card
Let it bark, he don't really talk
That's my young boy he might take the charge
Section doin' it big
Booky kat can't know where I live
Them man are fake like weave
Come runnin', might slap out your wig
Strap in the yard and pack in the crib
Tell her forward if the backy is big
Big man chatty like bitches
Probably sell a man out for a jib

[Verse 12: Knine]
Man shell down shows
Man's walk that road
Man's run through hoes
Press [?]
Man's run through clothes
Man's run through beats
Bro's got VVs all over the teeth
You know it's madness when we step on street
Kickin' it in the T with loads of fiends
Gangdem, you know where we've been
Now they see us, on the scene
Now they wanna ask us for things
Bimmer pulled out in German things
Make them swerve and skid
Do street in some nanky kicks
You boy don't pitbull
Why you wanna strike my ting?
Let me spark this Cali spliff