600 Freestyle by Tzgwala Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy CZR, you did a mazza still
Elevate, this mix sounds mad
[Verse]
I've been on the 7 all different weathers
Blacked out tracky and my Nike leathers
Don't lack, I'm equipped with cheffers
Two man up on a ped, that's kweffers
If bro gets put on the wing and pagans sing then I'm writing letters
If you got chinged in the borough, I'm sorry, we probably supplied them wetters
I'm surrounded by big go getters
And I'm surrounded by quick pace setters
I couldn’t hang with a jokeman gang, I just poke man up in a second
I got niggas in Lewi' and Kеnt' and I got niggas in Cholt' and Peckham
I got niggas in Bermondsey too, thеm are savages shoot man up with a weapon
I got niggas all over in Bricky, reppin' 150 and leave man sticky
She's tryna low, her vibes all icky
Movin' all stiff
Just like my flicky
I shoulda watched that, how’d I let that happen?
I got niggas all over in Clapham
CT bangers, yeah them man clappin'
Fuck all my paigons, 'cah them man cappin'
Like don't be silly
I spend two months upsuh, I was like thirteen and I turned trap giddy
Everyday since then man get squilly
Two man, 1-9 bar on the jilly
Been through a lot with my akhy, my killy
Get it in bulk come chunk not filly, I can tell you bout south so cold so chilly
What was her name, was it Jackie or Lilly?
Her man is a opp, she attackin' my willy
She’s gagging the top, try kiss me
And man had to stop her she not my lover
Michaell, love jack on her jeans and her son's called Billy
Said she heard that I'm cute, what really?
Had to tell her the truth, not really
And why the opps so covid?
Bats, bats
They chill with rats, they love 6ix9ine
Why they talk about us all the time
Their lies is dead, just like their lines
Doin' up Simon says
They're copyin' cats, just like them undies
My young G got a new pumpy, he tryna crash it and make man jumpy
Law abiding for a monkey, I get it for two, three bills in the country
I robbed them man for a stack, they were talkin' wack and my nigga was hungry
Rocky, my nigga too anti
And he knows how to deal with scum
We put that boy on the floor, should never have told bro "Suck his mum"
The opps love talk 'bout smoke, but they ain't got smoke when they want go 'Dam
It's all mad now the gang got fans, kids watchin' me like I'm Fireman Sam
I can't show my face that's bait, feds watchin' me, fuck the trident ham
And if I get nicked it's peak, don't speak, cah the 6 is a silent gang
[Outro]
Ayy CZR, you did a mazza still
Ayy CZR, you did a mazza still
Elevate, this mix sounds mad
[Verse]
I've been on the 7 all different weathers
Blacked out tracky and my Nike leathers
Don't lack, I'm equipped with cheffers
Two man up on a ped, that's kweffers
If bro gets put on the wing and pagans sing then I'm writing letters
If you got chinged in the borough, I'm sorry, we probably supplied them wetters
I'm surrounded by big go getters
And I'm surrounded by quick pace setters
I couldn’t hang with a jokeman gang, I just poke man up in a second
I got niggas in Lewi' and Kеnt' and I got niggas in Cholt' and Peckham
I got niggas in Bermondsey too, thеm are savages shoot man up with a weapon
I got niggas all over in Bricky, reppin' 150 and leave man sticky
She's tryna low, her vibes all icky
Movin' all stiff
Just like my flicky
I shoulda watched that, how’d I let that happen?
I got niggas all over in Clapham
CT bangers, yeah them man clappin'
Fuck all my paigons, 'cah them man cappin'
Like don't be silly
I spend two months upsuh, I was like thirteen and I turned trap giddy
Everyday since then man get squilly
Two man, 1-9 bar on the jilly
Been through a lot with my akhy, my killy
Get it in bulk come chunk not filly, I can tell you bout south so cold so chilly
What was her name, was it Jackie or Lilly?
Her man is a opp, she attackin' my willy
She’s gagging the top, try kiss me
And man had to stop her she not my lover
Michaell, love jack on her jeans and her son's called Billy
Said she heard that I'm cute, what really?
Had to tell her the truth, not really
And why the opps so covid?
Bats, bats
They chill with rats, they love 6ix9ine
Why they talk about us all the time
Their lies is dead, just like their lines
Doin' up Simon says
They're copyin' cats, just like them undies
My young G got a new pumpy, he tryna crash it and make man jumpy
Law abiding for a monkey, I get it for two, three bills in the country
I robbed them man for a stack, they were talkin' wack and my nigga was hungry
Rocky, my nigga too anti
And he knows how to deal with scum
We put that boy on the floor, should never have told bro "Suck his mum"
The opps love talk 'bout smoke, but they ain't got smoke when they want go 'Dam
It's all mad now the gang got fans, kids watchin' me like I'm Fireman Sam
I can't show my face that's bait, feds watchin' me, fuck the trident ham
And if I get nicked it's peak, don't speak, cah the 6 is a silent gang
[Outro]
Ayy CZR, you did a mazza still