Hotbox Freestyle - TPL, Sava, BM

If you’re onto me then you’re onto gang

If I tap this twice, then I guarantee you ain’t coming back

About time the boy there get back

For all the time we slapped at hats

Talk on Ls, are you mad?

Lee done been on your black like jadz

What you know about riding opp block, see no akhs?

So you bill up a spliff, kick back

Wallahi, I’m talking facts

'019 when they started riding, so I don’t wanna hear no chat

Blacked out to the brim, I’m really tryna do up purging

Me n Biz had talks with the sticks

Now we tryna leave a black yout hurting

Revenge don’t have no date, when I get that drop, it’s curtains

I’m tired of the 3 hour glides, we’ve really been out here lurking

Ain’t on their block, so we circle from block to block

Like where are these opps?

D*, he got shot now I can’t wait till I see his brother

How many man been chased?

Why the fuck do they leave each other?

I just love when they talk on the net

Live on the flesh, see bare man stutter

Like what the bumba

Don’t get caught, live corn in his pumpa

On the TP strip with my DC goons

Ay, someone gone light that crew

Why did the corn just miss his hat?

Headback, should’ve got split in two

Oh shit, oh shit, that’s another CID at my door

Food come 10/10

Why you think the cats kept ringing for more?

15 inches and 3.5s, somebody haffa get knifed and die

I’m still on the strip where the undies hide

Oh shit is that an armoured ride?

One sec, let me call you back

I need to reload and make some cash

For the dot-dot ting with

I fling corn at your boyfriend’s hat

He ain’t on shit, they lie on tracks

I wanna see black yutes in papers

We came to their block, left the whole scene looking all vacant

They really fear this gang, what you know about the 2 date?

Slap slap, don’t get hit in your back

If you ain’t drilling, response to the drillers

Just play your position

Guy need new dingers, we already got teeth for the spinners

Looking for us but the Gs ain’t hidden

The way I turned packs to cash

You would think Touch Dat’s a magician

You can get lit on that block, no kidding

So likkle man don’t go missing

When we come round, them man they’re pissing

Selection of wap man picking

You know that SA’s dishing

There soon be a opp at pending

One nigga wanna be in my rizla

Plus we got Dezzie too

And this smoke come oh so leng

Same thing that this barbie said

While she giving out madda

It’s a fucking mence

She said she want a TP tug

I’m out here, I ain’t dishing out hugs

I ain’t dishing out love

Flipping packs, I’m a tug

Who’s been chinged and who’s been shot?

If I’m with GB, then he’s barking it off

I still ring with this lethal Glock

Like we’ve said, don’t lack in your spot

All of my opps ain’t on

Touring T, tryna turn man off

Aye

Touring T, tryna turn man off