Lyrics M24 – Lightwork Freestyle 2

Wind that down and pole it
Humble yute but I’m savage
They can’t manage, they know this

You see me, I ain’t hard to find
So how are them man still looking?
For him, I’ve got a load of bines
He’s gonna know it’s me when I cook him
The teeth on the ten done took him
He still talks wass but I know that shook him
Drills on drills on drills, on all of them blocks I was looking
Tryna find them man like Nemo
You don’t wanna see me riding
Shoot you on a squeaky bike like Debo
No rap, cap, straight facts, no lies
They got most of my guys on free flow
Free my amigos
Then it’s middle finger to the CID
Cah they just wanna lock my people
This one’s moving like Cherokee D
Cah all she wants to take is D
Bad B but she’s kind of peng
Leng-leng, fleek-fleek
Tings weren’t always sweet
I was upsuh for a lot of weeks
I bought that shit, straight cash
Them man cop like drop off deets

In the field, we play for keeps
Somebody got-got, that’s beauty sleeps
Cah scrum get back if you ain’t got back
Nuttin’ you fuckin’ neek
At man’s door like trick or treat
Where’s all the fucking sweets?
Then do man live, no show
This ain’t no games like Need for Speed
Smell that twe, bill that up
This O pack’s way too loud, it’s got me stuh
Just got a brand new bruck
Gotta chop that down so it fits in a ruck’
I didn’t come here for gossip hun, I really came to fuck
Suck-suck, yuck-yuck
GB’s pulling up, cut-cut
Let that buss, man’s seen all of them opp boys duss
Any function you see us in
You know we got the tings dem tucked
Skinny yute, I know I’m sup but I still got the largest one on me
Can’t buss jokes on me
Cah I probably got the shiv or the gun on me
Your girl had fun with me
Now I think that your girl’s in love with me
On my life, I don’t rate them man
There was so much of them and one of me
We’re the winning team, that’s facts
The GB’s done won the league
I stepped out, saucy dress
You know that I’m coming clean
The man do shit drills and brag
And they ain’t got none of we
Last week I took a couple L’s
But this week was lovely

Oh shit
Them men keep it steppy
They’re doing up leggy, they’re so quick
Hammer in the ride like Thor
Wind that down and pole it
Humble yute but I’m savage
They can’t manage, they know this