Lyrics LightWork Freestyle – Loski & SD
One phone call and I’m bringing it out
Air that now, samurai sword swinging that round
No one insight spin back round
Used to cut through Fields before I went Town
Got to the point I just went to their house
Bad boy you know, not the only in south
I don’t care unless he’s pronounced
Let me introduce you and tell you bout the war
From kitchen to swords, explore
Now when it rains it pours
The thing hold seven in the more
He held seven his friend got more
I got money, but bro got more
Don’t stop .. coming for yours
It’s Shiesty season stay indoors
Yo, right now I’m on a case
When I’m done I’ll be back on the O
SK, G-Lock rise up beat off
If you ain’t like that get the f**k of the road
They must think we got something in common
Cah we got the same opps, I don’t f**k with Tulse
Had my old friend stole my wap and sell it
Now he gotta beef me and he ain’t got smoke
Got the drop, go there we don’t call off
Long nose bait, I’d rather the bulldog
How you say you got a mash for sale
And ain’t got sweets, oi big man walk off
Said the Lambeth map gets peak in the war
Tryna glue man to the floor
Seven years deep been beefing the 4
Now Rendo telling me it ain’t beef no more
Had his sis in my bed and Bally night-night
I was tryan give her some legacy
F**k, she come with his face on a top
I laughed when I saw the bonnet on his head
It don’t make sense her brother is an opp
If I see him imma give him some lead
And that’s why we can’t trust gyal
GTB like .. said
God forgive all the dead man talk
Any drops, headtops, blood drops on courts
How the f**k n**gas drilling ..
Days when I was bruck, used to beef with the boar
Woosh, mu, love it on me, got honey’s on me
All my batch got blood on their knife
Went to school with Assassin’s Creed
Throw dem a hat, there’s so much cap
Like I weren’t dot-dot with a dotdot playin’
Eye spy with their gang tryna see who’s dat
Who’s dat, ain’t no one or they would’ve got blammed
I ain’t on the gas that’s an unknown man
But if he’s certi then I’m bringing I’m back
Fifteen if the packs from..
Get more if the packs from..
Thirteen with the cats like Harlem
Good at my home I was bad out the house
Need bells for the long .32, that one there come like ..
Before tag I was always in the trenches
Stab proof on with that iron out
Harlem ain’t beefing..
Let me tell you for the thousandth time
We know who we are after
If you have him then you both can die
I was eighteen when I hit Thameside
I didn’t lie when I said it was live
He held my shank, I gave it rise
Judications that’s ..
One phone call and I’m bringing it out
Air that now, samurai sword swinging that round
No one insight spin back round
Used to cut through Fields before I went Town
Got to the point I just went to their house
Bad boy you know, not the only in south
I don’t care unless he’s pronounced…
