Gumbo - Freestyle (Feat. Phantom) lyrics

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Gumbo - Freestyle (Feat. Phantom) lyrics

[Verse: Phantom] Yeah, Phantom, D.E.N, Roadside Gs, Gunzino remix It's a roadside ting on the curb, it's nothing Beef with me, run far from it I got a AK flow, every bar of it You'll get 32 shots every bar I spit (Tough talk) I'm not having a bar of it Pricks talk sh** and don't live half of it They need to go and cop a street starter kit They're learners in the game and I've mastered it I'm like a general's general, you're half a prick The real about you, I'm unmasking it Real don't recognize you, half of it All you do is act bad, write bars and spit Act bad round here, you'll get scars and sh** Like, hard I'll hit ya, a** I'll kick The game I'm taking charge of it, I'm saying You n***as with your one-line flows remind me of one-pop You ain't spraying, against me you will be laying 6 foot deep, when I start AKing It's best that you get on your knees and start praying To the RSGs, we squeeze we ain't playing No, we ain't playing around, we're spraying around In beef, in the streets I be laying it down On the beat I'm laying it down, I'm unique You neeks ain't ready for the crown My team's too heavy, ever ready with the pound, ever steady with the pound Might run up on you for your pennies and your pounds When I co*k back and blast, you'll be buried in the ground You lost your life, in the cemetery you'll be found That's where you'll end up if you thought you were down To spray rounds with the Roadside No side can bring it to the South No side can bring it in the South The Roadside Gs, we're the biggest in the South, we see murder with no limit in the South, we beat burners with no limit Admit it, I'm sick with it, you can't keep up with it Like yo my flow, you know you don't get it Don't talk about roads, 'cause you don't rep it But Roadside, we say it Spitting what we're living, hitting the riddims with the realness from the beginning Run up on n***as with 45s, blood spilling If I run up for your food, I don't mean in the fridge or the kitchen, You don't wanna give, I'm not itching You don't wanna live, then I'm pitching (f** it) Throw one in the head, hit ya head when I buck it From point blank range, there's no chance to block it Your dance, I'll dun it, believe that we're greaze, Roadside We're deeper than 6 MC's, got other n***as on the roads squeezing the heat screaming skrrt, when I squeeze other heat And we'll bring it to your road, we don't cease in the beef We'll bring it to the South, no freeze or the East When I squeeze in the beef, I will leave you beneath The serpents, right where the demons can reach If it's beef, less beef, don't speak to police If you get knocked up, don't ??? You'll get shot up, when you're reaching the streets If you don't know, Roadside will teach you the streets I told you that we were greazy, believe If I run up on your yard for the Ps, you'll be peak Holler at me for the Kis and the P I got it for 15 G a Ki [Outro: Phantom] 15 G a ki, Roadside Gs, ya dun kno Phantom Listen Gangsta Grime.. Jheez Smiley, HMP, what's good?