SUS – Freestyle

ساس – فری استایل

Ayy
(Mora Beats)
AGBs, Active Gxng
(Ayy, Mobz, that sounds wavey)
(Yeah, Sin made this sound wavy)
Been Active Gxng, I stay Active Gxng
Free Armed Response, free the fucking guys
Got SWavey in the building with me, you see me?
(Elevate, this mix sounds mad)
Gang, gang, gang

No half heart ching, I’m pushin’ it all in
Exit wounds when I get to the borin’
Had me a dream, I dropped 10 opps
Then woke up charged like tonight I’m scorin’
.44s in a four door, we tourin’
Stepped out of jail, had the crime rate soarin’
They’re stressed out every mornin’
Wake up, worst nightmare, still walkin’
Wake up, bill a opp pack, what flavor?
How many heads got put on my shaver?
On a dark night, make you see that light
Violate gang, you can meet your maker
I’m from the certified grove, that’s Agar
Anything goes for Active Gxng
Kept his life when the hand ting jammed
He lost his soul when the hand ting banged
Got left in the 10, now Hell’s his home
We leave man flat on the pavement snorin’
Do it with tekkers, floor him, bore him
How’s he alive? I should’ve put more in
Open heads, I don’t eat brains
I fed my zombie right there on the mains
BA got the wickedest aim, insane
Want clout, I’mma give you fame
Every time I smoke, I’mma say your name
I can’t tell you my favourite strain
I told them babe, I’m different to them
Got brains, disappear like David Blaine
But really, I’m different to them
But a hoe is a hoe so let’s not pretend
If we ain’t holdin’ a skeng or havin’ man yutes
Then I’ll never see you again
I don’t play games when it comes to vengeance
End him, that is my happiest endin’
Drench him, dig ’til my samurai bendin’
Twist it, rearrange your intestines
Stretch him, 6 feet deep where I send him
Pop them doors, make the skattiest entrance
Bro caught 1, I’m chasing his bredrins
Who’s gonna trip? I’ma dig out their chestplate
Ching man down, while his best mate spectate
Tape that strip then come back the next day
Red tape, all the local opp estates
A way, gang love glide like segway
Catch K’s, don’t need to piss on the man’s grave
I’m the reason there’s worms in the man’s face
What’s Plan B?, there was never a Plan A
Drill for the A, that’s gang way
Two guns up, three samurai swords
You can get corned or bored
I ain’t tryna leave ’til suttin’ get caught
My blade gotta come back covered in sauce
He’s addin’ a K on gang for the clout and whores
I ying man down for the cause, of course
I ain’t gonna say who turnt him corpse
But all of my dargs got blood on their paws
Bro stepped out with a stick, just wavin’
Clappin’ it off like a standin’ ovation
Bro’s frustrated, told him “Patience”
Same day, man turn a opp boy patient
How is man got chat for the Agars?
Every opp block, our guns been blazin’
Must be mad if you think I’m the only sav’, my whole gang’s ragin’
The judge might throw me a thirty
If I don’t pattern, I cover my traces
New boots with the three digit laces
Next crime scene, I have hella shell cases
Grind 2 G’s and face it
Now this ding-dong feel like a spaceship
He didn’t make it, he didn’t make it
Rap ’bout them, now I might just make it

Every time I smoke, I’mma say your name
I can’t tell you my favourite strain
I told them babe, I’m different to them
Got brains, disappear like David Blaine
But really, I’m different to them
But a hoe is a hoe so let’s not pretend
If we ain’t holdin’ a skeng or havin’ man yutes
Then I’ll never see you again
(Mora Beats)