Flowdan - Heat Up Freestyle lyrics

Too many vests and not enough mash Buck up [?] gunman ain't gonna crash Brains get blown out, cranium smash And I flex like a top soldier with no mash Fa**y It's not that Ya hear me? Family time They wanna aim, buss that n***a, heavy artillery Double bubble shotgun, heavy artillery MAC-10, that's heavy artillery Sniper rifle, that's heavy artillery Where they're going with their little artillery They're from the gun college, they're from the gun nursery And I'll soon graduate from gun university The [?] never thirsty I treat them like sh** on the mic They're not Roll Deep, they're not ready for the mic I gave it to man, they never handled it right They better stop chatting sh**, they better stay out of my sight Before you get a mouth box You can't bang a handgun, Flowdan on the block Jungle out here, I'm a king of this sh** More time I'm a lion and you're just a fox What's the point of ramping with me? I told you already, got my own policy You're not Roll Deep? Oh, then you can't chat to me Because they're beside me, blud, you're behind me Yeah, I don't know what you're taking this for I don't like your face, I've never seen you before But now you're on the riddim tryna look for a war You must want a new shotting of draw Side, settle your jaw and decide When bullets fly, a fa**yhole haffi hide Most ain't really ready for the war like I And he wasn't ready figure swing a sword like I Shall I who? Shall I what? Shall I gangster? Shall I who? Shall I what? Shall I turn him over? OK, burn him with the new heater Then yes, peace eight millimetre Creeper Give this man a beater Creeper Give this man a beat- Creeper Give this man a beater Creeper f** off!