Lightwork Freestyle

He want me nicked, he want me slammed

Fuckin' snitch had me on remand

How you gonna rap on drill but don't do drills?

You're just a fan, yeah

Hit that block with our kid, left it taped, put that on gang, yeah

Put that on gang, on gang, on gang, put that on gang

How's my man tryna chat my name? What a fucking victim

You haven't even made no dough this year and you look like a fucking pigeon

Tremz a cheeky bastard, I'll have your ma just doin' me dishes, yeah

Just scrubbin' me dishes, scrubbin' me dishes, scrubbin' me dishes

Probation got me movin' nuts, ask them man how we froze

I coulda just lived at the gaff, but my man snitched, now everyone knows

Had to jog back to the whip to stash the thing, ask Pilot Jones

The bros was tryna glide as well, had to tell 'em to leave it alone

They want me dead up, they want me done

I'm still alive, suck your mum

I know that I could crush her, she wants to see my weapons and fumes

She said, "Who goes hard like Tremz?"

I said, "No one, you should know that"

He got shot on the shoulder

He should show you that with a throwback, look

Love me or love me not, it's fuck the world, I've got my squad, yeah

Step out in the trackies, steal your bitch, put that on God, yeah

Bust down watch was yours at ten, that's mine by 12 o'clock

Love me, love me nots, love me, love me not, yeah

I just banged your sister, now she braggin', what a jezzy

I coulda tapped her mates as well but I was too tired already

And even though we fuck, I have to tell her that she's my G

Brand new wap from a OT, old school just like Auntie Ivy

Look, I'm about war, not truce

Look, my man there he used to be my brother

I wouldn't even call him Bruce

Nah, I'm about action fiercely, put another Ket' wig on the news

Step out in these Mallards, you couldn't even live one day in my shoes

Nah, no way, yeah

I smoke cali by the pound, you'll get gunshot by the round

'Cause Scouse trappin', yeah, I made that shit, Tremzy by the sound

It's homage how they pay me, boy, I'd rather that in pounds, yeah

Pounds, pounds, pounds, pounds, pounds

They want me nicked, they want me slammed

Fucking snitch got me on remand

How you gonna rap on drill but you don't do drills?

You're just a fan, yeah

Hit that block with our kid, left it taped, put that on gang

Put that on gang, on gang, on gang, put that on gang

How's my man tryna chat my name? What a fucking victim

You haven't even made no dough this year and you look like a fucking pigeon

Tremz a cheeky bastard, I'll have your ma just doin' me dishes, yeah

Just scrubbin' me dishes, scrubbin' me dishes, scrubbin' me dishes

Lifestyle of Scouse trapper, still hit licks even though I'm a rapper

Youse get ate like a Turkish platter

Man had fourteen in the slapper, slap it

Yah is the new ad-lib, madness, doin' up badness

I'm just here for the money and badders

Money and badders, money and badders, yeah

I love me a sweet one, but I love me them hood ones too

I step out in designer, fuck a step, I'll rag out too

The bullets I got don't fit the .38

And I'm stuck, don't know what to do

I'm back to the rusty shotty, up-close chest shot, you know how we do, yeah

Put your foot on the brake

How's the traphouse gettin' the raid? We only just started today

Cut the head off a snake

Someone's snitchin' and waitin' for Jakes

I swear this feels so fake

See how the diamonds buss out the bezels

These girls love me and me mates, yeah

Slap it