For Da Culture Freestyle lyrics

[Verse]
We lick shots on the block, no matter what the weather
If it's beef, slap the gloves on and the Beretta
Shoot up the place, man get blazed like the lemon haze
The same shots was used from that last case but they can't find 'em
Anytime I buss my gun, I pick up the shells so police can't find 'em
f*ck the feds, guns up to the Trident
I'm from the block where we sell white rocks
Carry big Glocks, buss shots, take over spots
Run up on a man and we clap him or let the young buck shank him
I don't rap bars, I wrap the hard
On my block, I'm a certified trapper, push light and dark
In and out the flats, turn kilos into little wraps
Turn money into straps, turn drugs into cash
Never switched sides, I switched rides, I've got pies
So flaky, every bumbaclaat body buys
Cocaina so crazy, call me the master chef
Frenzo, whip, whip, whip, no Benzo
Clean drop, straight oil
Four pots on the stove and they all boil
My brudda bang it if I say so
A hundred racks, that's play dough
She's sniffed twenty racks of the yayo
I'm on the block, posted with big waps, listening to fake rappers
Star-nines, MAC-10's and 11's
Four-fours, thirty-eights and three-five-sevens
I want blood by the litre so I stay with the heater
Man said he was a lion, saw him turn into a cheetah
A hundred bricks, they came over on a ship
I don't know about no NFT's
I'll tell you 'bout the hand tings and SMG's
Sending packs through Tenerife
b*tch wants extra P's, mash fifty bags then I let her breathe