HB Freestyle

By Culps

Released on March 26, 2020

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[Verse]

I kept on whippin' til' my wrist hurts

Comin' from the slums, free my niggas doing big birds

Big spliffs we had to light with the Wick first

Them scouse hitta's nigga, I can get a kid jerked

From Manny where the g's are

It's Gucci linen boy, you pullin' up in Gstar

You chasin' women, I'm posted up where the fiends are

Or somewhere on the back block, runnin' in your weed farm

All these verbalist's, really you ain't jerkin' it

Really round them shooters who be praying just to murder shit

We from Blocka and I'm sure you niggas heard of it

Beef neeks so you know I hit the curb with it

Blue light so you know I got the rundown

Why you lockin' off just because the suns down

K got it vac packed, throwin' all them nugs out

Eyes Chinese, only smokin' if the buds loud

This new cracks hittin' my nigga we're gettin' gritty

And I just copped the rears, ain't packin' it til' it's finished

Homie I've got big dreams, I'm tryna make my wrist beam

I was only 16, sittin' on a 15

Niggas know I'm the definition of trap

Had the pack up in my sock and I ran it up in the flats

Me and Eli in them rentals, really hungry for them racks

We was sleepin' in the whips, now I've got problems with my back

You was never in the field darg, why you gotta gas?

I was up N' down Prinny nigga hittin' all my cats

And I'll never tick a bit, my nitty's payin' for my wraps

And I'm really in the field if me [?]

I ain't been hear in a minute

I been sittin' up in prison throwin' lyrics on a riddim

Tryna visualize my vision

On the wing, I'm with them killers

Stay surrounded by them hitta's

Put the tuna in a sock and won't hesitate just to wig him

It's South Manny where there's dotties N' them spinna's

Give a fuck about your feelings, if he's flossin' then we strip him

Nigga you a loser, only fuckin' with them winners

Hence my chains all buss down, it's giving me the shivers

Run these bits up with a servery hat, bet you never heard of that

The things you learn in prison, gis' a beat, you know I'll murder that

Killers in the states, you know we fuckin' with the murder gang

So tapped in, your baby mother probably heard of man

Ain't blowin' on that Ammi shit, bro I've already told you this

[???] on a Cali spliff, blowin' in the maddest whips

Shawty in the passy and she even wants to handle it

Five-O block us in, the only option is we rammin' it

Hold on one minute, jus' let me handle my business

You know the blow will be ringing, I double double them figures

With M Lo on the wing and there ain't no question he's chingin' em

Man with K Don n' Kash, only big zoot's we be billin'

I'm tryna stack me a million, fuck it billion, trillion

Locked in Hindley in Wigan, was on the landin' with hitta's

Most you niggas are bitches, I seen you crumble in prison

These little dickheads are timid, I promise you they ain't with it

I kick the door in then I run in in my thermals

If a window slippin', then we hoppin' like it's hurdles

I ain't inna' all that long chat, let me give you one fact

If it ain't bout money, better put it in your journal

You really need to fix up, get your quids up

If this niggas tryna fliss-floss, I'll take his wrist watch

I ain't tryna rob the runner, tryna jack the big boss

Give a fuck about your name, I want my belly Rick Ross

On the landin' with them lifers, killers and them fighters

Steppin' in the pad with big men, I got em' frightened

In night gowns n' sliders, birds we just ride em'

The day I'm off license, I guarantee I leave the island

And yeah it's like that, Nicky love to pipe crack

Doin' the dishes, I lose it then I bring it right back

It'll turn you to Salami if it's on him you won't like that

Shootin' like he Marcus, hit a nigga in his high hat