Cadabra Freestyle (Explicit)

O way or no way you know the ting already

You know

F**k the other side

Gang

I bust my gun don't think 'bout karma

Think 'bout that after I lean wit' it

Lean wit' it

Tryna hit that target

Gang

Anyone I see I recognise I'ma blast his rarted

He thought he was the only one that had it when he blasted

'Til the mandem barked it

Send corn half the mandem are likkle boys not even half are man

Not even half are man

We don't wanna talk manaman are just talkin'

Talkin'

We're not into this talkin' ting grab machine on this walkin' ting

Treat waps like gyal in this clartin' ting

Who put the Oosh in Whoosh and the M in Muhh

And the W in Wee wee wee wee

What you wan' call it

What you wan' call it

It don't matter any corn that we slap 'round there

Know boy definitely be fallin'

Slap two in him make him think God definitely be callin' him

It's us never them in this warring ting

They don't want energy tryna corn that prick

Never them

Corn for a frenemy I don't trust that s**t

Got 'nuff enemies and we scare them pricks

There's no enemy if I stay with stick

Gang

If I If I stay with the stick

Grr

If I stay with it and lean with it

Dunkirk Broadwater N17 man be with it

The ding dong got lifted after bap bap bap bap

Hope I never got seen in it

You get me

You know

Real life in this ting fam trust me

Grr

Knee deep

Bap

You know

Free the whole of the O man

O to the death of me you know

O way or no way

Grr

Gang

When man creep up

Mind your head back ease up

We send corn like delivering pizza

I don't wanna hear Philly don't dance

Cah I made Philly dance when I slapped that nina

Made man trip up and push their friend

Tryna bust that corn now why you so eager

Gang

I got my broski's back when I grab this mash cah I'm his keeper

We take trips when we feel like

Gang

They don't touch none of my G's

None

We slap bang when we feel like it

Strap up and go ride when we feel like it

Sure

What you feelin' like don't ask me why we feel like this

Them man they talk tough

When we hear it about we go 'round enough and air out pricks

On gang

I swear my man was cool how's he entertaining this now

He's another n***a we ain't playin' with

When my n***as catch him he better stay where he is

Baow

He ain't even gotta say what it is

Wherever he is he better pray where he is

Better have a pillow and a duvet where he is

Anywhere we see him he gotta lay where he is

Man's dangerous slap man spontaneous

Anywhere

This badness ain't contagious

Been 'round bare pricks and they're still the same to us

You know

It weren't never 'bout the fame for us

Nah

Them man have always had a name to rarse

Make money live life is the aim for us

Don't stop 'til the G's all papered up

Philly G

I just take it load it and send it there

I don't show gyal that's where they're on

I don't

And I always got a change of clothes in my car

Just open my boot put my gear on

More time I've got offensive weapons on me

So the Metropolitan's what I'm scared of

F**king jakes

I just rise it dump it skrrr off

Who wants to drop next

Who

Hand on my heart they're wet

Hand on my heart

I swear it gets me vexed the way they chat on the net like none of them's dead

Haha

None of my bros dem take cheque

None of them

As for opps they ride and get drenched

Gang

Last ride out really went left

Made 'em crash their cars on the back hill stress

Pussies

Lucky none of them dead that day

Ah

Whoever we caught woulda dead that day

Ah

Have you ever watched Rambo

I heard DV and Big A got cheffed that way

Whoosh

And I don't wanna hear no chat about yout's sippin' lean on the strip we done swept that place

Just to show that we hate that place wait

How many times did we take that place

Long live Josh bro swung his knife you can go ask Swiper

Long live Josh

Free all the lifers

Free all the lifers

F**k the niners

Best do the dash like Turner

Get bun like Jojo and get write off

Gang

I see man screaming out Out 'til late

But his hand didn't work just sign off

P***y

Gang

How many times did the strip get clean up

Grr

With a broom got sweep up

I'm on the opp block district with a big ting tryna bun a next eediat

Gang

We're delivering corn you could never respawn tryna run when they see us

Run

Don't slip bro you best keep up

My head's hot tryna leave a man steam up

Swing that dig it and turn it

Whoosh

Go spin that dinger reverse it

Who's that Slap that burst him

Baow

'Nuff man woulda got corn up that day if the wap did never stop workin'

Minor

Minor we're still purgin'

Ha

Tryna bill a next opp and curl him

AB

You know

Grr bap bap bap

O way you know the ting already

I love Chris Rich