Westwood freestyle

I just whipped it (whipped it)
I'mma see some bands when I fly OT, and I flip this
I just missed Tony's call and he picks up loads
How the fuck could I miss this
I got crack for the low
The kitties do zombie after they hit this; I got dark and stones
Got the Kitties dem screaming out
F*** my prescription
I got hookers from Croydon to Mitcham
But money afi mek so I'd rather be up in the kitchen
We used to love all the fishing, now we're out in 4 doors drilling
Trapping ain't dead, So I'm making the killing like shit is the realist
I can't, I can't put my trust in a bitch are you kidding
I'm, I'm counting some racks but I'm chasing a million
If there's opps in a rave, then move out the way or we're hitting civilians (X2) They're like how do you rap like that?
On a motes with bro smokin dope like how do you trap like that?
How do you trap like that?
This music tings kinda popping like
How do you get the fans like that ?
I put food on scales, I put stones on cling
I get bands like that
I'm like free all da guys man(bring em all back) X2
Bro's with the 4's doing drills like
How do you make it crash like that?
You dont wanna get with this corn you don't want it to be like that (no you don't)
Got 20 man in the can but they gonna be right back (be right back)
Every day mans working
Link S and cons in the morning we'll talk about earning
I'll desert what you're serving, take what you served and serve it
Raw came in looking shiny glistening something like sherbet, Skrr bang that's jump out gang jumping out them Germans
You can control this but you can't trap round here if you ain't got no permit
I'll hit your squat and trap round there and get the phone line twerking (X2) My g's fuck up the opps
My long D fuck up the thots
Just got work from the plug, now watch me fuck up the this box
Opp T-T that's raw and I just got stones for the 4s
And the ops still doing diss tracks, front face like check the scores
Il Whip that skeng out again (WHIP IT, WHIP IT)
Slap someone for my and I swear I will do it again
And I swear I ain't seen him again(Free Wiggy)
He's gonna come home one day and I swear Imma throw him a 10 (10 Rakkers)
Look, you're not realer than gang
Put skengs in a transit van
You shouldn't even question this shit he either got smoked or he ran
Take risk and prosper, everyday manaman trap
He was talkin smack 'til my guy blew out the
And was still out here in the flats

Nearly got me a next case
Had a 4 and a half, shot weight and it turned to a fed chase
I ain't tryna' stop this grind give a fuck what the met say
Bro put Star on road and Danny on street like press play
You can try beef man it don't matter
Get bread then invest in hammers
These 4 4 spins don't jam up
My tenants on the work with spanners
Anywhere my guys pull up, crash, dash, suttin got mash up
4 4 spin, 6 live corn leave every bone mash up
I got 6 in my heart
I was 6 from the start
Girls can't act prestige like they don't know gang when they know who we are
Anywhere you see man, there's smoke in the car
Then it's back to the bar
Thank god for the plug, he keeps throwing me grub
Opps, put them neeks in the mud, when I fire these slugs
I bang, on my ones or with gang, niggas know who I am
I grip Choppers and Macs and I do that shit for the gang

Pull up, skrr, bang that's me and my people
We slide through, jump out with skengs, ten toes ting like it's legal
Whip out the skeng watch it kick, pow like Lethal
I pray to Allah but do some things that are evil
Like bring out the dots, or put the 4-4 spins in the vehicle
Tryna poke opps on the
Leave holes in your Armani Emporio
Hold corn if you're tryna' be a hero
Go from a hundred to zero
Money don't sleep, and the clock don't stop
And the fiends don't sleep, so the phones don't stop
If it's beef then it's beef
Your block or my block
Ten toes on the streets
Or in the 4 door truck
You don't know about skengs in 4 door trucks
?While Max brought bags and stuff?
Mana got things and stuff
Back up the things and stuff
Can't you see the....
I don't pay no weight in fairs when I'm tryna buy lunch
They say I smoke too much skunk
4-4 leave a big man drunk

67s the maddest
If you hashtag gang better hashtag drillers and trappers
Money af fi make so I make that happen
I'm chilling on the trap with hashtag smack heads
2 fat packs on the trap, abracadabra make that vanish
Ten toes on the opp block with a skeng, the opps is scared they panic
Peng tings loving the gang, whole heap of snaps, whole heap of cameras