Only You Freestyle

(M1OnTheBeat)
 Woi, yes
 (M1OnTheBeat)
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 Yes, woi
 Again and again, again and again, yeah
 Yo, Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain
 And give it to a sweet one, called that Maya Jama
 Givin' out gifts like Santa, sippin' on Sanna
 I used to do lean and wok
 Closet filled up with designer, comin' like Panda, Panda
 Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel
 She never heard Drill in Atlanta
 Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza
 Habibti please, أنا أكيد، إنت وأنا أحلى
 With Pop Skull in Gaza but not that Gaza, but still it's a mazza
 Niggas want a piece like cassava
 But we let bridge dem burn like Grabba
 Woi, four in the cliz and one in the headie
 Hand no shake, man, hold that steady
 Ya man love pose with the ting for picture
 You man shoulda buss that ting already
 Ya man love Hezi Hezi
 Yeah, can't back chat to the Prezi
 You know when the beef just taste like veggie?
 Gyal go ritz for the mani, pedi
 CC bag looks nice but the Birkin bag look way more heavy
 That's just a big gyal ting, man, you get me?
 Raemi just turned mommy and that's my sis so I just turn Abti
 Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me
 I swear that touch me
 I never even drive no whips I own so they all look way too dusty
 If me and Gyalist go St. Michael
 The gyal come way too fussy, crushy
 Man said they would do this and that
 But the man weren't really that wassy, was he?
 Nah, nah, nah, the man weren't really that what?
 1942, hits my system, man get way too frosty, buzzy
 Girls from the past that lost me, love me
 Same ones there that crossed me, cuss me
 Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me
 Slow stroking 'cause the bamski way too big
 My gyal don't rush me
 Woi, don't make me have to rise my rifle
 Man try send some young boys for me
 Don't make me have to ride by high school
 Shit you man been droppin' lately
 So much people buy into my hype
 Don't make me have to buy my hype too
 Dealt with the big homie already
 Don't make me have to side-by-side you
 Nuff times he tried to hide behind you
 Amnesia but when I remind you
 I'm touchin' road and I can't find you
 Word to the M-O-B, I'm tied to
 I'm givin' up when I decide too, jheeze
 One
 (OFB, OFB, OFB)
 Suh, suh
 Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh, suh
 Oh, how we hate leggies (Suh, suh)
 How much points have the gang got? Many (One)
 Didn't ever have to rise that dots
 It was just under my bed and ready (Turn)
 Bro bro chinged up a opp boy
 I swear he got chinged already (They told me turn, uh)
 That next one thought he was boss
 Then he got shot, Nathan Tettey (They told me turn)
 Got this bad b on Henny
 My next one from yard love reggae (shawty)
 We dishin' out store and telly
 Then we in France running out Trezeguet (One)
 She look sexy, sippin' on Henny
 If it feels good, I'ma pass the penny (Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh)
 She give headie, headie
 My tracksuit Louis, now covered in Fenty
 Used to put light in the cling
 And it still didn't stop it, smellin' like petty
 Got the dark in the blue, then we put it in the red, Balotelli
 Them times it was M way (What?)
 I mean M way, T house, M way, huh
 North Penty, up top Penty, huh
 Bentley, Range then Bentley, huh
 Have you ever had your pockets empty?
 But still found the bread to afford a trenton
 Six litres flying through Epsom
 I swear I've seen life from both perspectives
 That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection
 I done run through so much Scottish notes
 Couldn't care 'bout no recessions (One)
 Still get one jail call from Boogie
 Judge gave him twenty years straight, it moved me
 CPS murder in the dock like Rupert
 'Cah lil' bro went and dun him so ruthless
 Got this cutie, she half Cuban
 Probably why she like playin' with the Cuban
 Says she like chillin' with the ooters, booters
 Eating uptown all suited booted, booted, booted
 They wasn't with us when the jeans were bootleg
 Putting that work, we ain't never been spoon-fed
 Comin' for the jungle, you know where the zoo is
 .44 or the .32 auto bells, its a toothpick
 No rap cap we just speak what the truth is
 Lord forgive them, they don't know what they're doing
 Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two in
 Still ain't forgot how it feels to be losin'
 They thought it was permanent, found it amusin'
 All this drip on me like I'm canoein'
 Time just flyin' (Huh)
 I'm just tryna do the slide ting to my juvies, juvies
 So the beef is fryin'
 They tryna stop slidin', Toosie, Toosie
 (One)
 (Suh, suh)