Oye Oye Freestyle

Tryna get to heaven’s gates
When I go Moroc they treat me like I’m Kevin Gates
They like if you so skinny why the fuck you selling weight
Fuck the feds in the station when I get bored I meditate (Woo)
Then I’m in the booth, getting high with seven eighths
Blowing on the ammi but I like lemon taste
Then I’m in the hood, chilling with eleven apes
If they bang you in your face, it will change your melons shape
Ay listen Just for you baby I can slow it right down
You don’t have to say nothing I just like your wide smile
Listen just for you baby I can slow it right down
You don’t have to say nothing I just like your wide smile
My brother’s roll with big dottys so put away your flick shanks
I’ve always rated Paigey Cakey always rated Ms Banks
Always been a wavy baby but I let my stick bang
Came in with the crazy hazy and you know my shit stank
I just put my fear in god and I don’t know no big bang
Bruddas think they’re balling they ain’t balling like they big ants
Bruddas thought Mill is slipping but he had his big Rambs
And he keeps the dotty at a thotty’s he’s a sick man
All of our sticks bang, none of our sticks jam
And you know them pricks ran, they ain’t really brixton
None of our sticks jam, all of our sticks bang
And you know them pricks ran, they ain’t really brixton
I could never be an icon fam (That's dirty)
Bruddas know my nine don’t jam
I’ll shout a brother up like a ni-kon cam (That's dirty)
Hella angry cos his line don’t bang
Like listen little brother I was down and out and broke as well
I was tryna find belief, no one had no hope for sale
So I hit the streets with heat, slinged a bit of coca
I ain’t talking about the cola and then we whipped into yola
Hold on!