Wiley - Bang Bang Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] Run away, try hide, take a long vacation People who I pay to find out your location Don't ask Gs [?] cause you're scared of me People are strapped and they go everywhere with me Where I'm going, I'm bringing the fifty with me I'm bring the milli with me, I'm bringing the weed with me Knew where I'm going, I'm bringing the skengs with me I'm bringing the friends with me, I'm bringing the- [Hook] Hard top? I want a soft top Bill the weed zoot, I don't want no hot rocks Make music, I don't wanna shot rocks Roll strapped now, I don't wanna see cops Sports car, it's gotta be a new shape Brand new reg, it's an '03 plate Won't sit down, f** that, stand up Put your blicks down, now put your hands up [Verse 2] Yeah, I don't wanna shot, if I'm shotting, I'm buzzing You send shots before you buss one shot Without being seen, that's without being heard Without being stopped and searched by one cop And I hear that you're bussing gunshots You talk about straps like you own a gun shop Think that you're heavy cause you're carrying one Glock Can't bury me because you live in the scum block You ain't the weed man, you don't know about cops [?] know you dealed one box But what I've got, got what I've got I've got weed I can shot, see I'm cold but I'm hot Lyrics I can buss, I've got moves I can buss I've got skengs I can buss, I've got feds I can trust I've got bars so we roll [?] wars, you know [Hook] Hard top? I want a soft top Bill the weed zoot, I don't want no hot rocks Make music, I don't wanna shot rocks Roll strapped now, I don't wanna see cops And the sports car, it's gotta be a new shape Brand new reg, it's an '03 plate Won't sit down, f** that, stand up Put your blicks down, now put your hands up [Verse 3] Yeah, I've got a style, you know it's not rap I'm like a crocodile, see, I just snap I've got a lot of style, cut no slack I've got a shotta style so buss a cap Too many MCs try too hard to be Scratchy Ain't how they feel, they get shot in their kneecaps Seen 'nuff one of them start to freak out Through the exits that them have to sneak out No, you ain't like Scratchy You're as catchy as I can be I'll show you that I've got the mandem on lock The weed on lock and I've got the girls on lock I'll show you that I've got the streets on lock The beats on lock, got Roll Deep on my top Scratchy on the back, never on my back Scratchy's on his heat, man, Scratchy's rolling deep, man On point, can't fall back Walk forward, I don't wanna walk back Now you're cornered, now you're like "cool, Scratch" And you're sponsored but you're not all that I want a Jacob's, I don't want a fake-obs Bought my own land and I want acres So haters, you don't want papers You don't want gun fights, you don't want straightners Cause the badman don't use slugs, nope I use my hands and feet, hands I don't do hard d**, nope I just smoke different type weeds, yes You can look but you can't judge And you can bread, but you can't spud If you're stepping, you will get your face smudged Me, I don't like to talk much Listen, yep, nah, not me The breh that you're chatting about, that's not me Bredda that you're going on about ain't me Nah, not me, you can't diss Scratchy D, listen Yeah, this is you This breh that I'm chatting about? This is you The breh that I'm going on about? That's you Yeah, this is you, yep, that's you What's my name? My name's Scratchy My big bait flows are catchy Right about now, I'm not happy So I'll make your smile look gappy My name's Scratchy and I'm shabby And AKA I'm attacky Yeah, I make this beat sound aggy And you know I'm not scared like Shaggy Cause I'm no small dog like Scrappy I'll make your girl's pum baggy Yeah- Lose your life, lose your wife Lose your life, lose your wife You don't want me to start, you don't want me to start You don't want me to start warring, warring You never should've tried boring, it's boring You never should've tried boring, it's boring I'm gonna bring the 44 in Or I'll bring the sword in Ching ching, or I'll bring the sword in