Teddy Music - Barclays Freestyle lyrics

Black clouds, Ruff Sqwad, Flee Gang 140, let me ride this Yeah, I'm warming, it's a warning Hunger's back, yeah, my belly keeps calling Surf on a different wave, not falling Choke on the highest grade, let me school them Ruff Sqwad demon Murder the microphone and I'm bleeding Guilty fingerprints? I won't leave them, wow, face No silencer when I squeeze in Let me know what's popping them Four top 10s, stacking Ms Walk in the showroom, drop top Benz Own this game, where the f**'s my rent? I'll speak for the Biro pen Heat in the flow will [?] them I'm still down even though I've blown up Tightest circle, f** your friends Big tracks, I'm nice and I'm up Somebody light something up Then I'll big 45 or 9 something up Sharpest flow and knifing 'em up Get paid more cause I'm rhyming enough I'm riding the riddim, I'm cycling up Tyres, I'm bored of wearing 'em off Hot fire, wield, I'm burning 'em off These days, I f** with the majors Trips to LA, I f** with the Lakers I'm a boss, toast to that Spades I drink is straight, no chasers Feel wavy, fam, I need straighteners Still LDN with no traitors And they're asking if I still rep this Them questions there are no-brainers T dot Stryde, I burst from time Wouldn't buss if he had two Glock 9s Got one or two goons on the payroll Dun know, done for the cheapest price Back, you know, stacking flows 96 Bars of Revenge was cold Them man still deal with bills Flee, grands, flashing notes When it comes to grime, you can't school him Strydes, no longer a student Them man are infants, they're drooling Headlock the plan and Lex Lug 'em Yeah, we're old school From Fruity Loops, now Pro Tools Like your girl so you better look after your girl Round here there's no rules Mind where you're walking Bring enemies to the house them track 'em down Rudeboy, mind how you're talking One nug, one hand, I will clap 'em down Hearing the talk in the manor Heard couple man are tryna scheme on me Then try and run up on me with a gun up Heard I'm a veggie, there's Ps on me Tell them take time Tell them stay off the flake shine Glimpse up my man's waistline It will dim your lights in daytime Dem man have got tings in boots Protect the pink you loot Respect a G when I see one N, that sure ain't you