Gangbangin' Freestyle

(Far from threatened about who he's with) (Bitch, I'm 'bout gat-bangin') (Thuggin' wit' my clique, on gangster shit) (I grew up on Gangbangin') (I grew up on Gangbangin') Far from threatened about who he's with Bitch, I'm 'bout gat-bangin' Thuggin' wit' my clique, on gangster shit I grew up on gangbangin' Broke boy talkin' shit, 'stead of gettin' fixed No motion, he ain't 'bout plannin' Miss me with that shit, you take that risk I'm wildin' out wit' my cannon Really livin' it I'm riskin' charges civs couldn't ever fathom Each time I leave my bits, suttin' comin' with I don't know what could happen Covered if a drought hits... beaucoup grub I'm lit, I don't know 'bout famine They can hate, but they can't do shit wid us 'Cause we get shit brackin' Flash, flash, flash, flash, flash He won't forget what happened Right down South of the River Thames Beaucoup shots and beaucoup stabbings We don't give a f*ck We're settin' it off in public in front of Karens We don't give a f*ck, we gangster'd up They see it, shit is apparent Bitch, juugin' be my talent Got ambitions of a drug baron Check out my plan of action, I wanna be a millionaire F*ck Chris Tarrant If they ain't talkin' P's, when they speak to me I swear I be hearin' Latin I weren't shit, so they left me 'lone But the day I'm up, watch niggas wagon Need me a Sugababes like Mutya Buena or Keisha Buchanan Long distance stullah nigga, no, I don't need a magnum Play wid a Don, make me up that burner, boy Like dude with Stephanie Allen Play like I don't mean business, till I pop up Lightin' shit up like lanterns (Bitch) Soon as that pressure on, the switch done flipped My nigg, ain't no callin' quits Boy, you ain't down for this, I know you'll snitch I smell it on you and it stinks Steppin' with dirty sticks, clip filled to the brim Tryna hit you, her, and him Ain't tryna step on shit, and the shoe fits Plain and simple, you's a bitch Shoot him in his shit, ain't 'bout tat-for-tits Tryna get his dome split Said they got sticks, I say it's all talk like pundits They ain't 'bout conflict Money is a major issue, bitch, I'm about my Hovis Wanna host mind games 'bout my bread, man Get your dumb arse toasted From one extreme to another, K.I's words T.L.A., he goes too far There was no point of Mummy hittin' on us 'Cause, shit, I'm still thuggin' hard She's my Mum, but yet, she don't know the half Patricia's son is scarred She didn't show no love, so how can I love T.L.A. got a tainted heart Membership, I gangbang Nerdy, so they can not hang Up my stick on any man Them bells we spend like that Peckham man Semi-automatic, blow, no fan Two hands, 'cause it kicks like Jackie Chan With the shits, we got dirty sticks Like the ones you'll see in Afghanistan Addington niggas gangbang Norwood niggas gangbang Croydon niggas gangbang Selhurst niggas gangbang Thornton Heath niggas gangbang Norbury niggas gangbang Gangster, so we gangbang Croydon Borough, Gangland