Lyrics V9 HB Freestyle - V9

V9 HB Freestyle

Chip
Joey Clipstar
HB freestyles
Now today we got one of Homerton’s finest
Ghosty
He was meant to come in from long time ago
But it doesn’t matter because I always say that
But he’s here now innit so we’re gonna get into it
HB Freestyles
Joey Clipstar
I don’t really have to say much
We’ll let the music do the talking
From a young G, I ball like a goalie, bro hit the target, no Stoney
Do man up for my broski, I’m in the back of the dings for my cody
5 man like Kids Next Door, running yutes down but my stamina’s poor
It’s just slip or God will know if my man tripped, you know how it goes
Sword come long like Yao Ming, flick shanks slide up like Stanley’s
I do up a opp boy badly, me and Sheggz got him down on a mad ting
I can’t move too loose, I’m on the road, got too much to lose
Spill that juice, revenge, my fucking Bruce
And how many man over there been chinged, but still woke up from death?
This shit’s ments', the life I live there’s no sense
I won’t stop till half of them dead
But it’s easier, said than done, cah the man there good with their legs
Come like my opps are Ade, cah the man there don’t know 'bout stand off’s
Man get banged on, headtop red like a tampon
I’m old school like Master Splinter, my heart come colder than winter
9ers known for the ringers, samurai eat man for dinner
Samurai eat man for dinner
Pull up on smoke, so of course I’m stepping on violence
Fuck Trident, hop out the car and knife man
The life I live is intense, back road with a fuck-off skeng
I’ll firm that dots like Krillin, I just pray the kickback ain’t ments'
I’m fucking tapped, roll with a Sammy like Samurai Jack
Get wacked, get wacked for giving man chat
Ask my man, he got licked with a bat
Main road still doing up mazza
Fuck cameras, I ain’t got no manners
See a opp, I set it straight, no lay-lay, get bored in the face
Dem man run off and leave their friends
How many man split up and do legs?
Fucking gems, this shit ain’t making no sense
They shooting pellets, they don’t need the petty
Get round there, leave the whole scene messy
How many times they look in man’s eyes and still run away like it’s Sharingan?
Get a dent in your chest, just like All Might opp block, man suck it all God
damn night
Gang pull on tookie and slap man’s spine, V9 with the raw, you ain’t safe
outside
Young boy said he wants to make P’s, I told him «Bring them cards like Yugi»
Bro doing up O, that’s Cleveland Brown and Julie
Anything Woolly get splashed and chinged
The olders run before seeing a thing, are you fucking kidding?
Of course you get chinged for being in vids
Put my foot on the curb one by one, same way I put bells on the dots
Catch a opp, he’s gone, slap shots tryna turn man off
MC Hammer, can’t touch this, This burning wap, it’s disgusting
Up it and bang it in public, head back, won’t heal it if I bruck it
Don’t take the piss, I’m taking trips, gut man like fish
Long arse Sammy, wet man down on the mains, he’s pissed
Spill juice like Cognac, this wap come blacker than Kodak
Trapline what?
You don’t want that, take man’s line, yeah I’m on that
And this flick come small like Stanley, take it out and I get real splashy
Take it out and I get real-
Tally;
tell her bend her back, let me grab it
When I blaze the kid, no Nintendo
Who’s on who?
I beg man just say so
V9 too devilish, give him two like a free throw