J Hus - #StreetHeat Freestyle lyrics

J Hus hasta la baby
Link Up TV, street heat, uh

The beef gets cooking
Niggas start making phone calls
If the beef gets cooking
I ain't gotta get vocal
And if it ain't on me, then trust me
It's local i won't beat around the bush
I'll get my beater out the bush
Girls 'dem on man, I'm anything but sweet
I know about grafting
I had food up in my butt cheeks
Plus I built a monk line
That rings like a cunch line
Made my re-up Ps back and
It ain't even lunch time
These girls fuck with paigons so
I don't really trust none
Put my shank in my waist before
I even put my socks on


I've been up and down
Money smells like body odour
You won't get nowhere sitting
On that bloody sofa
Ohh, they don't wanna grind
Go get a day job, go bill a line
I said ohh, they don't wanna grind
Go get a day job, go bill a line

I'm rassclart paro, 'cause everybody's booky
They heard I'm doing juju
Now niggas think I'm spooky
That nigga be a paigon
We used to go the same school
Had to buss' it at him just to
Show him that we ain't cool
They shanked my nigga up
That's what makes my blood boil
Pass me the nines
I'm fully loyal to the soil
Trust me, I'll drop suttin' like I'm clumsy
End up back in jail
Writing letters to my mumsy
I might hit the can
Tell Creeper roll a big ting
Tell my little bro
Don't be nothing like his sibling
Tell that bad beat come here
'cause I'm feeling horny
If I drop a little game
I'll be beating surely
Yo b, what's your name? What's your number?
Face looking pretty but I'm
Staring at your bumper
I took the black girl
Told Creeper take her friend
I can't really trust her
She be from a paigon ends
I tried to compose myself, I tried so hard
Her body make an atheist say "Oh my God"
She might line me up, fuck it
I'll just take a tool hit it from the back
Like Rico off of Paid in Full
She loves the way I rap
She loves it when I'm talking grease
She needs a lift home
Baby girl, you shoulda' bought some Ps
J Hus, I'm the hardest out my borough
Roll in with a big ting, no it ain't borrowed
Why? It's 'cause these roads they
Never show you love and when it's peak
All your dons don't even know you bruv
Me, I'm from the fakest ends
I ain't into making friends fuck this life
I let my mum down, I gotta make amends
I gotta make ends meet like organised beef
I only showered ten times in over five weeks
I ain't got time for that
I got a grand to stack
You broke boys, I dunno where your mind is at
No word of a lie, this is all me darg'
But it's like they don't rate us
They say Potter, Bonkaz and Stormzy's hard
Next time you better mention J Hus
Ay reload the beat, reload the beat
Lemme kill it again, part two
Go on, reload the beat uh, listen, J Hus
Free Flamer, free everyone listen, Stratford
Newham, East London east London's ugliest
Take that I'm the hardest listen

I said "damn, homie"
Uh, back in the days you was the man, homie
Ahh man you went from bricks to Qs
You got the trap confused
And now I heard he's scheming
I'mma put my shank to use like ooh
I don't wanna do it
But why all these fucking niggas have
To keep putting me through it
These niggas wanna see me lose my cool
Lord forgive me if I use my tool

Grind hard for this shit get this money
Try and move my marge out the bit's
What d'you think I grind for?
This is mumsy's paper
All these niggas spilling beans
Like a clumsy waiter
Informer, sold a couple draws
Now he thinks he's Rich Porter
Like he don't know how the story ends
If I can't catch the pussy boy
I'll probably bore his friends
Three hundred bells, let the war commence
I stepped out in my trackie
Looking broke as fuck
I backed out a couple stacks
Now she knows what's up
I couldn't get a boner
I might have to pop a V
Well I guess these broke bitches
Ain't my cup of tea
I need a classy girl, only wifey or spice
I need a girl with a body 25 to life
Show me what that tongue do
I ain't into French kissing
I need that brains that will
Have a nigga's legs twitching
I be in the passenger, bad b next to me
She gives the brain that will
Send a man to ecstasy that's my rider
She keeps my tooly in her purse
I love her so much
I had to put her in a verse
Uh, type of girl to take the wrap
And ride a bird for me
She gets worried whenever she
Hasn't heard from me course what I like
Jollof rice with the plantain fuck so good
I might treat her to some champagne
I be on my grind
So warn me if you see the ralis
All these packs I'm tryna' lick out
I don't even 'nani likkle teaser on her
Soon you'll be a big boss
I wanna be rich forever, Rick Ross
You never gave me a drink
When I was dehydrated
You gon' want a handout when
You see I made it
Are you mad? You 'dey craze?
You better just forget it
They don't wanna grind
Go get a day job, go bill a line
I said ohh, they don't wanna grind
Go get a day job, go bill a line

I said "damn homie"
Uh, back in the days you was the man, homie
Ahh man you went from bricks to Qs
You got the trap confused
And now I heard he's scheming
I'mma put my shank to use like ooh
I don't wanna do it
But why all these fucking niggas have
To keep putting me through it
These niggas wanna see me lose my cool
Lord forgive me if I use my tool, ay