Scorcher - HB Freestyle lyrics

Yeah run it yeah
Yeah big up Liam in the building, big up
Ay

Look, my lifestyle's peak when you deep it
Let me let you in on man's secrets
I got the gyal dem twerking
The fiends dem tweaking
It's all peak on the weekend
My dopes are eight out of ten
Like like nine of it
I let them know I'm online with it
Lick a man down, back and forth
All night with it
Shout out, for the price on it
I ain't gotta boast and all that
I don't do the most and all that
But try know
When I'm busy and I miss my calls
My clientele know to call back it's worth it
Cah when the clock hit seven, I'll be working
And if they bring a new fella
We ain't serving
You don't wanna scratch under the surface
It's three bags flat for that
Rap that I purchased
When you was in the club getting mad drunk
I was in the drum with a Samsung
Main ting pissed off with me
Telling me I ain't social
I tell her whatever and take a phone call
Bright side is I get a jib by nighttime
My life, I couldn't make this up if I tried
Might see me with a pengting up in Five Guys
Still got the sick, if you buy five
I don't really care what man think
It's too far beneath me
I don't even hear what man think
It's too hard to read me
I ain't even there when man think
I don't give a shit about sticks and boras
All I really care about is bricks and mortar
Fuck them rappers, I'ma stick to Scorcher
I don't work for no one, can you say that?
It's my line brudda cah I made that
You see the price for the
Grub? yeah I paid that
So in this thing of ours, I'm a main man
Any one of my gyal
They ain't got a spray tan
They just book holidays
They just wanna take man
Broke up with my girl
Now I've got my game back
MJ, Spacejam ting, I've got the aim back
I've seen a oT in a runaround
With dope too strong, I've gotta dumb it down
Middle of December but I'ma stack
Money for the summer now
Bottom line I don't fuck around
Should've been a star but I ain't
Picture the art that I paint
It's getting hard to relate
Fuck them rappers you call hard, man are fake
They ain't done nothing in
The last twenty-eight i've been super active
Had to get used to acting
Man know what I do in reality
This ain't a metaphor, clever shit
It's to go jail, get a Tek
Never seen a letter shit
When I saw my man there, he was bredding it
Headlock game strong
I could've put his head in it
Would've been a bullyboy ting
When I'm checking it
Fuck that, back to the money I was getting in
I was out in the country
I was round real man, I was comfy
I was tryna keep out of the fuckery
Because the was looking like luxury
Yet they still made a nigga talk clumsy
I had a old ting telling me she loves me
My new ting says she wan' fuck me
I sent the wrong one a text, it got ugly
Fam I've got problems and I've got options
Gallis in Brixton, gallis in Tottenham
Gallis in Wealden, gallis in Hoxton
And I ain't with none of them
I just want them
I've been doing this from the 90's
Thick lighties, mopeds 125's and crisp Nikes
Old school Offkey, Mosch tops and Ice jeans
TN Nike caps with high peaks
I'm so foundation, I'm so certi'
I've been out here so early
Why you tryna be a badboy now?
I see a man thirty that acts nerdy
Fuck boy you ain't in the gaza with it
I had a plug and a rarseclart charger with it
Every day I break bread
With the hardest niggas
My nigga bullet even had it
In the barbers with him