OFB HB Freestyle

Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyles

Now today we've got OFB,

But I ain't gonna say who, you, you should just know

So, we're not gonna do too much talkin', let's get into it

I spy with my little eye,

Opp boys runnin' with fear in their eyes

Whoever gets caught, they're gonna get diced,

What you know about jumpin' off one-two-five's?

Swing with my blade or I'm aimin' high

Made about eight man run off and hide

The walkin' stick got brought on the ride,

Better use them legs, that's word of advice

N22 got dead, so gang said, "Fuck all of that, let's skrr on the 9",
So we skrr'd on the 9 and four got knifed

Man's really beefin' nervous guys

On my life if the wap didn't jam,

That would've been gang dems fastest ride

Jooby just dipped that down on a glide,

He's got about nine man kotch on his knife

The opps add K's and they don't catch K's,

They-they-they ain't touched one of my mates

I'm on the block with a Rambz on my waist,

Any opps get spot, get sent down kway

OFB, we don't do it for the fame,

We just rise up and we turn man's page

You can send as much shots you want,
But them shots won't hurt 'cah them shots there fake

And name one guy that you touched from my
Batch and name one guy that you put in the grave

Are you goin' insane? SJ only runs from them boys in plain

Kermit got man on the mains
And his freedom's good 'cah there weren't no face

And most man started over these sides,
But they switched sides 'cah they weren't OJ

Fuck the judge, gave Boogie a mad ting,
It's a mad ting, twenty years on the landin'

Do guys really think we're rampin'?
Blacked out with five of my mates on the gang ting

On the opp block with broski, campin',
Tryna shank him more corn from the hand ting

This bad B needs to get to bankin',
Billin' my phone nonstop on a gang ting

I was on the glide when the mash kept
Jammin', cock it, lean back, watch bro-bro
Tan him

Is he a pirate or not? I'll blam him,
Don't be there when the OFB's gangin'

22 got done up on a mazza,
I don't even know how he's still bangin'

Bangin', T house bando slangin'
Or I'm in N9 tryna slide where they're hangin'

I-I-I got so many man on my hit list,
But they're missin' and it's gettin' me fed up

These opp boys need to get their bread up,
Run man down, get caught, get cheff up

Boogie B needs to keep his head up,
My family, my bro, my bredda

Stainless steel and my gloves are leather,
Run man down, pitch man, don't get up

I'm tryna kweng man's face, that's hashtag Narsty

I swear I nearly lost it with auntie,
She really thinks that this problem's with
Money

This barbie brucks her back in marty,
Fuck a blue phone, bro calls off a smartie

And more time, just swing for the heartie,
Free Boogie B, he done taped off party

Double tap that, hit him and his barbie

You should've seen the dinger we came in,
Jump out gang on all of my paigons

Shh escaped, had bro complainin',
We still on the lurk, don't be mistaken

Who got blammed when bro was aimin'?
Bro left my man chillin' on pavement

Bad B gets on her knees, no fuss,
Drag that out and bust in their faces

OFB, Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyles,
Let us know who we should get next week
But until then, gone