Sections Freestyle 2
[Intro]
Ayy, Mobz, that sounds wavy
Ghosty
Ayy, Mobz, that sounds wavy
Ghosty

[Verse 1: Lil'S15]
I ain't from Homerton
But opps can't fuck with the tug
Get 'round the 2's with my loaded gun
And my fuck-off shank that'll take out your lungs
Fucking punks
Lampz got bun in his head
R.I.P, mum lost her son, aye
Don't try run
Swift got done in the Aves
K1's dead, that's another one gone
Aye, these new YG's throwing up 2's
And I'm itching to spill that juice
And I'm itching to spill that juice
Get bucked by Tappz on the roads, straight juice
Ask them yutes 'bout Sham'
Handle the dotts, position and skill
Let me not talk 'bout the 4's
Cross off the map, we did 'em up rude
Yeah, we did 'em up rude
Cross off the map, we did 'em up rude
Trust me
[Verse 2: K1]
They need a supply of meds, that's why they got NHS on their block
Ridz got got, and three got dropped
I billed that shit right where he got shot
I buy bricks hot
You're known to feds, 'cah your friends on tops
I swing that dotts, aim on fleek
Cock it back, now he's on a top

[Bridge: K1]
I don't know why their young G's act
They're OSK, but they ain't rid back
Ain't seen TR since he got splashed
About "CSS", get hit in your back
No evidence when K1 got whacked
On a 300, man glide on the Aves
On a 300, man glide on the Aves
Know Young Adz in the bando
Chop that down and see large amounts
I get round there on your block
'Cah I just wanna know what this talk's about
125, PCX, I'm on the back, I'll aim at your head
Billing that zoot, 'cah I heard he's dead
If I can't catch you, I'ma catch your friend

[Verse 3: Lil'S15]
Can't catch you, then I catch your friend
We got all of the paigons stressed
Your broski Temz better wear that vest
Cah I'm only aiming at chests, no legs
When I slide through the Aves I'm vexed
Hit Five Guys, follow me
Then I just hit JD and spend
Then I just hit JD and spend
Like, what's all the talk?
The whole of your set's been whacked
You niggas are crossed off the map
And need to invest in some waps
Like, what's all the talk?
The whole of your set's been whacked
You niggas are crossed off the map
And need to invest in some waps, dickhead
[Verse 4: K1]
I get pissed when I hear they're still breathing
Where's Lamppost? He eternally sleeping
I'm OJ, no Simpson
Sleep on the vio, we'll be there in the evening
Me and bro got matching skengs
No Hope Dealers, put man on the bench
And them man talk about Hacks'
But God knows that it weren't done by them
And I ain't linking no ting from Barking
She come to the T, that's due to the love
Lampz got bun in his head
And I don't feel sorry for his mum
Turner got a punctured lung
N22, what? Where? Are you dumb?
Said, N22, what? Where? Are you dumb?

[Outro]
Ayy, Mobz, that sounds wavy
Ghosty