AJ Tracey - Freestyle Session for Logan Sama lyrics

[Intro] You get me, are you mad? AJ from the Lane And we're inside, Logan Sama AJ Tracey, Lil Tracey EP out now, go grab that You get me, shout out all the mandem on [?] Big tings are gwan But we're gonna get into this yeah Shout out all the mandem, get me, yeah yeah Shout out Dave What we saying Yo, listen, look, look [Verse 1] Man's from Grove, you already know Beg friend who? Kick him in a hole Bare Nike ticks on the kicks, that shows Asked who I am, she already knows Gang only, gangdem, that's bros Famdem, let's go "Can I get a verse?" Big fat no Squad with the smoke, click clack blow Man chat nuff, go get a job Girls want cuff, I just want gwop You're a wasteman, you're a big fat slob Don't have a fit, don't cry, don't sob Turn up to shows, I'm already drunk Shelling down grime, I don't do funk Guys got the shotgun, big like Inch And the barrel come long like a elephant's trunk Stepping on checks, stepping onstage I don't want a beat from them man, that's dead If it ain't Nyge or Faze then it's Tre Cuh the beat sound like an amm pack to the head Backstage entrance, no front door Got a plus 10 and they've got a plus 4 Don't chase girls, lose one, there's- I said don't chase girls, lose one, there's more Backstage, couple drinks, I'm loose All I see is bums and b**bs I'm turnt, step on the stage Buster cannon, man gon' blow up the room Buster cannon, blow up the room Buster cannon, blow up the room Shutting down shows and I'm bringing in racks Buster cannon, blow up the room [Verse 2] Look, fam I don't play that Big M10, man ah spray that Gripping on the mac in the rain with the rain mac I do road like a Maybach I put the dough in the trap then it came back Talking 'bout couple bandz, man, I made that Jerk man's food, I ain't scared of a payback Labels want WAV files for the playback Wait, got the scene locked like an A-Cat Anything that you want, fam, I'mma take that Take my man's girl, take that Tell that girl come back and shake that I'm swiping my card like Kaiba Man bag brown like Naila Got a couple peng tings looking like Kylie But you could never take man for a Tyga People think that I name drop But na fam, I love the mandem, and I don't spud, I hug the mandem Tell a peng ting "you ain't above the mandem" Promoters are vex at me Solo but aight you know what, bring me Logan, let me get some fresh-listen [Interlude] Drill on a grime beat, grime on a drill beat Brudda, don't copy my pattern Grime on a, drill on a Don't copy my pattern Grime on a, drill on a Don't copy my pattern Listen, you get me, Lil Tracey out now [Verse 3] Look, drill on a grime beat, grime on a drill beat Brudda, don't copy my pattern Bulldoze, man ah get flattened, everything patterned Ching chow shine like Hatton Woah, but I don't box like Floyd No, thought he wasn't gonna say- Mmm, one more time, listen, look, look Drill on a grime beat, grime on a drill beat Brudda, don't copy my pattern Bulldoze, man ah get flattened, everything patterned Ching chow shine like Hatton Woah, but I don't box like Floyd Na I wasn't gonna say Hatton Everybody thinks that they're bad till they're doing up sprints Tryna run Usain for the cannon No, I ain't Kodak But I got a couple dreads from the throwback That'll run up with a rocket and blow that Word to Giggs, you'll get banged from the throwback Look, I come through with an O pack Saying "AJ's cold, did you know that?" Peng brown ting just stepped in the room And she gave man neck till my eyes start roll back I said "hold that" Then I'm off on a jog down the road, akh Talking 'bout Grove and [?] Road, akh Talking 'bout somethings and Latimer Road, akh Used to throw snow with the cats from the snow plaque Now I do shows Man just re-up on the bars, let 'em go Got a whole box for the low, ayy Got a whole box for the low, yeah Cranked in 0 for 1 sec then done Cranked for days, I ain't seen that sun Put a hand on bro? Then God bless your mum Cause I swear to God she won't see her son Skrt the car on main road, best done If I sku-du-du-du-du-du, man's done Ask for beef and man might get bun Can't squash the beef, that's not how this tun And now 10's on the map I used to have both in the trap Tommy and James on my lap See, money is power like the program So I had to ghost that pack Yeah, I was out there doing loads I was doing loads for the cash, ayy I was doing loads for the cash Yeah W10 2013 We let the gun blow, let off the pumpy Nice in the grime scene, now I'm all comfy Pray for this yout, thinks he will slump me Hail Mary, I rain on his dumb feet Don't wife b**hes, she was a dumb beat You're not Johan, you can't run me I'm not a hash zoot, no, you can't bun me Beg you go back home, spitting that wack flow My flow's kind to the ears Lovely, got a younger letting off Dumpy, no, you can't move to my girls, you're ugly You're like Messi, small on the pitch Heavy like Rooney, you can't budge me I'm an MC, I can get hammer Couple wise words: please don't touch me