LA Leakers Freestyle

They think I'm the one that can bridge the gap, huh
 I came to L.A. to work, but first, where the bitches at?
 They're tellin' me Tao or The Highlight Room
 If you wanna go through, you gotta bring the strap
 No way could I trust these hoes, I'm taking their phone if we bring them back
 I don't wanna get done like, nah
 They don't understand, I'm giving them U.K. slang
 My brudda, my fam', my akh
 You say, "The feds just done a sweep", we say, "The boy dem run in my gaff"
 You say, "On God, no cap", we say, "Swear on your life, don't gass"
 You say, "Spin the block", we say, "Jump out and slide and crash"
 You call it "Machine", we call it a "Mash"
 Strip club and they're shakin' ass
 But in my words, they're shakin' nyash
 We don't trap in abandoned buildings
 Shots get hit out of vacant flats
 In other words, "Apartments", hidden compartments get detached
 Free all the members that got bagged
 You say, "What's up?", we say, "Wagwan"
 Got shotguns from a farm
 We don't eat pork, we say it's Haram
 You call her, "Shawty", we call her, "Jawn"
 Sexy gyal and we call them "Leng"
 Back then we would call them "Peng"
 Bare words that we got for guns
 Like "Waps", and "Skengs"
 You call them "Js", we call them "Cats"
 There's not much crystal meth
 My hoods got junkies hooked on crack
 Flick knives, we call them "Nanks"
 Zombie killers, we call them "ZK's"
 Rambo knives by the name of "Ramz"
 We say "Cash, Ps, Racks, Gs", we don't really them bands
 In L.A., it's Escalade's, in the ends, it's Mercedes Vans
 Watch my back, I'm paranoid
 That's what I mean when I say that I'm prang
 Clench my fist and I fist bump man
 Anti-social, I don't shake much hands, huh
 Well, it depends, you say "The trenches", we say "The ends"
 You say "Y'all", we say "You lot"
 You say "Restroom", we say "Toilet"
 We do have guns but they might be
 So man pull it apart and oil it
 If a man violate, say a man boyed it
 Live Yours ain't a gang, can't join it
 We both whip crack the same, we fill up the Pyrex pot and boil it
 In London, I'm verified, in N.Y, I'm valid
 12 hours away, I'm M.I.A, I can pull up on DJ Khaled
 It's only an hour away from the ends, that's why I spend time in Paris
 If I pull up on Saturday Night, I ain't come here to talk, this ain't Jimmy Fallon
 I just pulled up with a chick, bro said that he hit, I'm a bit embarrassed, huh
 All she's gettin' is dick and Chick-Fil-A, we ain't eatin' salmon
 I might hit one time and vanish, I got unlimited funds on the Amex
 One day I'm on the block in London, next day, I'm chillin' in the sun on a hammock, huh
 Controversy sells, I said "How can I be homophobic, my bitch is gay?" and it flew off the shelf
 Thinkin' should I go with a label, I say independent and do it myself
 Sat down with the boss and said I ain't signed, but bro, I ain't new to deals, uh
 Stood outside of the night club, try make the trap line kick like flight club
 All of my drip from Rodeo Drive, ain't none of this shit from China, huh
 I don't want Nobu, I need me a yard food, so I'm in Inglewood
 Darg dem-
 My darg dem serve like Wimbledon
 My darg dem smart like Beethoven
 I'm from where the JackBoys active
 Fam, don't sleep with your window open
 Hoes gon' line man up and get a commission
 Back shot give a gyal whip lash
 Hit that, impact like a collision
 I don't care if I'm givin' the lo', tell Rubi Rose that I'm in the Edition
 (Okay)
 (Bad boy, man, West London is in here, man, Central Cee)
 (Touchin' LA Leakers, baby)
 (You know what it is, man, Central Cee, new song "Doja" going crazy right now)