Lyrics Nito NB – HB Freestyle
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Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyle
Now this one’s been most requested so no more talking is allowed to be done
Nito, HB Freestyle
Pretty new blocks but they all look brass, fly OT and go get lacag
I’m beefin’ twats that go make raps about how they ride but they chill with yats
I’m stating facts, I beg man give me a chance, I’ll turn this yute to a stat
Put a wap in a ride, what a standard procedure, I’m eager to go find me a paigon
Broski’s with it, his shank game’s wicked, he’s on the opp block putting blood on the pavement
Big stainless or the 9 millimeter, both eager to come out and meet ya
No greetings when I see drug dealers, donny was screaming, attention seeker
Me and bro came back to the hood, we thought it was in but we hit that woodwork
My opps had brilliant footwork
All do legs when the tires screech and this shotgun sneezes, I call that good work
You don’t wanna see the handting all in the mitts cah I’m straight aiming at your hood first
If I run up in yards, that’s everyone down, I don’t care ’bout the people visitin’
Unlimited sweets, man’s dishing it, big boy bike and I’m tryna get rid of him
Can’t come to the hood, prohibited, hit him with one-two like he was pivoting
This beef is frying, sizzling, Gang Unit when the guys imprisonment
If I’m in the ride, I’m fidgeting, big bruck back so I ain’t too comfy, gotta place that just under my knees
I just found me a new plug and I jerked him, guess he got charged a delivery fee
Fly OT and I out this parcel, looks like the kit for the team Newcastle
Little bro’s out there, grub in his arsehole, T-T dark came nothing like charcoal
Pretty new blocks but they all look brass, fly OT and go get lacag
I’m beefin’ neeks that ain’t got teeth but go and make songs when I talk ’bout waps
I’m beefin’ twats that go make raps about how they ride but they chill with yats
I’m stating facts, I beg man give me a chance, I’ll turn this yute to a stat
Little man just lost two parcels, give him to bro when he’s got bad credit
He’s out the equation, he’s OT baking, he already knows ’bout the direct debit
Heard there’s a crop on the block, go get it, roll down, cut that crop, no edit
Sticks and stones may break these bones but this shotty’s in a whole different category
Don’t try beg for your life, ask why, cah that shit’s self explanatory
Chunky sweets like batteries, shotgun sneeze, no allergies
Ride out, leave him casualty then fly to the hood so casually
Not once did I run from beef, I sat there, laughed and I simply embraced it
Bro’s got magic, the whip game’s patterned, he’s in the T yard doing copy and pasting
Scrape that bowl, don’t believe in wasting, whip it, dry it, tell Claire «taste it»
Bro’s doing time, done a stretch on basic due to the works that he’s mashed on a paigon
Pretty new blocks but they all look brass, fly OT and go get lacag
I’m beefin’ neeks that ain’t got teeth but go and make songs when I talk ’bout waps
I’m beefin’ twats that go make raps about how they ride but they chill with yats
I’m stating facts, I beg man give me a chance, I’ll turn this yute to a stat
Fumez The Engineer
It was worth it
HB Freestyles, NitoNB, Joey Clipstar