Clavish - 100mph Freestyle X2 lyrics

[Clavish - 100mph Freestyle X2 lyrics]

The yard man told us "Watch and learn
Whip it properly"
No time for a stop and search
 if i got it on me
My next bro got a zombie killer
Tryna turn man zombie
Used to grab light from the Turks
Even though i found them dodgy
Been trapped in the trap all week
I’m still with K and he
Know that he flipped loads
Been burning bridges
Nothing like the one in San Francisco
Hate flashing lights probably why I never
Went school prom or disco
Bro will tap that twice
Make sure you leave some brain on the window
Put a hand on one of my slimes
Of course i'm a hundred lurking
I know I'm a rapper
But if i see them man it's a hundred curtains
I was in OT two times
Nearly got caught by the one time serving
Thank God that I didn't
'cah it would have been a
Cold cell in servery
This war can't get watered
Why the fuck are you talking peace for?
Just got a new woosh
What the fuck do we need the receipt for?
On my lap U got me a pump
But this one ain't spitting out diesel
This foreign ain't got a clutch
My left foot's finna get pins and needles
I don't chat no girl 'bout street shit
But I don't wanna talk about star signs
If she's real, she's real, she's not
It's cool lemme hit like twice then archive
I ain't got more friends than bisheads 'cah
Friends ain't there through the hard times
Like the time I went down to my last bill
Had to hit country with Natnice
Miles away tryna make these packs fly
Hoping that the bando pops
This phone won't give it a rest
Now I'm in and out of the bando lots
The front doors on a hinge
I can't make sure that the bandos locked
Plus I'm on edge, pray the
Crib don't get boomed
I know that the bandos hot

My neighbors high off B
I don't even know why I sold him that
Rollin' time, man roll in black
Still tryna turn them broke boys pack
Still tryna leave a paigon dead
Weren't even them that took my friend
Man better change his friendship group
Hang with themc then you're one of them
Let's not talk 'bout them, that's dead
And let's not talk about drip that's wet
My rambo got more drip than them
But then again it got it's drip from them
Let's not talk 'bout them, that's dead
And let's not talk about drip that's wet
My rambo got more drip than them
But then again it got it's drip from them
Joe tryna fling his flicky reckless
Where your necklace is
Said she don't like hood niggas
But rates my timg 'cah I got elegance
I can name six opps that done got chinged
And ain't done a thing like ever since
Feds think it was me on a bike with a thing
Too bad they ain't got enough evidence
When it's riding time, I'm riding
'cah I'm all like that
Told bro "Don't aim for his legs
He don't even kick ball like that"
I know a few plugs I wouldn't rap
Got a new ting, better not jam
Got new beef, better not lack
Shawty wan' fuck, better give hat

Just blue Jakes, made it back crib
What a close call, gotta give thanks
Remember them days, broke as shit
Can't afford guns, gotta use shanks
This SUV must be scary didn't pop doors
That nigga ran
Still A Team, everybody know that, but
Gang say "C go studio, trap"
I'm with savages in the studio, akh
Can't run up on me while I'm making a track
Used to bop OT before the NSG track
A thousand pounds and I'm done with this pack
Ounce of dark
How much be the shoes on my feet
Got an ounce of dark in my bag
Got that ever got robbed for
Their tings, I'll be real
No point tryna holla me back
Boring friday night, doing hand-to hands
Coulda gone tapel prison
Local CIDs just want me in
A Circo van on the way to prison, missin'

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