[Intro: Joey Clipstar]
Joey Clipstar HB Freestyle
Season 2, now
We've got suttin' special here styll
We got Sin Squad in the buildin'
From North London
And it's like
This is season 2
So we got to step up
So enough to my talkin'
Let's just get into it

PART 1

[Verse 1: Uncs]
Yo
Sin Squad where the riders be
I'm ridin', got this nine on me
He got caught and held 3x3
Now we gettin' verbal from some 3x3's
Yo
New year, new beef
Got this music P, cop a Uzi
Dotty come peng and tall like [?]
Chop it down, do it smoothly
Coulda played football on the pitch
Yo, Eden Hazard on the wing
But I'm on your block tryna slap this stick
Pray I don't end up on the wing
How many where were them niners be?
Suttin' like a shadow G
How's my man rapping on we?
And we don't know him, some irrelevant neek
I'm with bro bro stepping
Tryna slap this corn in your melon
I'm tryna this corn with tekkers
Ain't no way I'm lettin' down these levers
Better tuck your wrist and pendant
I love JV cah my bro's on beef
I love rambo cah my bro's on beef
Fuck a paramedic, I heard Lampost was dead on the scene
I'm rambo kid like Tugga and Sneaks
Protect your chest or run from me
Babes if you lock this heat
I'll get your hair done and your nails on fleek
Babes if you lock this heat
I'll get your hair done and your nails on fleek
[Verse 2: KayyKayy]
Sin Squad specialist
The opps said "Allow me bro"
I just laughed out loud while I carried on wettin' him
Neeks think the beef is settling
PL bop on the opps with elegance
System turn up the party
No, we don't party unless we got the metal in
When opps get caught, that's M to the dome
And L22 be my friend again
Broad day lurking, late night swerving
Black blade out, tryna severe him
Free 6ix, he's a Sin Squad medalist
Free Sav, he's a Sin Squad medalist
Free Z, Free Z, used to slide with heat
Jump out with sweets, no peppermint
And it don't make sense cah opps on the net wanna talk brave just like they mash it
'Till we come 'round slapping off mashers, crashers
Enough hearing on rappers
Got around there so everyone panicked
Tragic, the life I live is so risky
'Chetes, rambos and flickees
Serious splashings get done in a jiffy
Three deep in the ride in a blicky
Me catch a K, then we leave that sticky
Tell mums to pray for their sons
This brand new pump will slap out a pitney
Will never scream "Free my man" if you spoke on the gang
Now don't be silly
Snitch-kay, you can hold one in your wiggy
Free the get-backs, I miss all of my killies
Don't act for the snap, we'll slide in your camp
And leave one in your thoughts
Right now in the car with 3 hand tings
Free GP, it should been 4
I'm checking the news and everyone's baffed
Cah a tramp just started the war
I'm so confused cah the feds still locked down my batch
And we stepped for a cause
PART 2

[Verse 1: Uncs]
Yo
It's kinda crazy how's man living
Everyday man sin
I'm on the opp block where them guys are hidden
Puss n boots, them man some kittens
Back out my chef
I see his heart beating out of his chest
Nervous running away, ain't tryna get cheffed
Look 'round the ends, it's ments
Cah the jakes took half of my friends
I told bro let's let it commence
Fill up the skeng and leave one in the head
She wants designer, I want Chanel on her feet
She want a bad man like me
Babes, I only talk P, so what could you do for a G?
Girl, you ain't boujee for me
Get on your knees and suck on this D
If I go broke 'cause I'm stuck in the T
Shit then, I'm stuck in these streets
Opps can't run up on me
Cah I got a trick under my sleeve
It ain't a trick, it's a rambo G
Back it out, watch bare man skeet
Shit den, Sin Squad too elite
She want her hair done and her nails on fleek
But she won't get that for me
She wants to fuck with the opps
Chill on their block
And can get bun in your weave
[Verse 2: KayyKayy]
Grab him, wet him, chef him
Straight intention to leave him planked
He got boxed like Benson & Hedges
The other got smoked like fags
Jump out cars, back my ramz
Don't dash, I'll still tear man's back
This is real rap, no bat
We pull up at gath's tryna smoke man's dad
We jumped out on the mains
Threw some rocks and the opps just caught it
Saw them linkin' opp thots in the opp block
They're dead and boring
I cut tru' tops
I'm right where shh got topped
And got left snoring
Anything grrr get grrr
Non-stop, get dropped like the leaves in autumn
Black blade, oh poor him and tape that road
The opp boy knows I'm scorin'
[?] caught and floored him
Stepped and bored him
Hole in his chest, it's enormous
The opps think they win with words
They're on Snapchat, just talkin'
Corned him as soon as the corn dispersed
The wap's on laps when touring
I'm in the 9, shank by my side
They ain't outside when exploring
This bad b's gone by the morning
She don't give brain, why she think she's important?
Ay, my percy's way too gorgeous
She don't need makeup, she wakes up flawless
Two hands on the stick, she's awesome
I beat it right, it's K1 she's callin'

[Outro]
Sin Squad
Joey, clipstar HB Freestyle
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You can't come up here