[Intro: Joey Clipstar]
Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyles
Now today we've got something special
We've got a back to back happening
We've got S13 and Y.CB
And now that you gonna see a back to back like this
You're gonna see plenty more on HB Freestyles
So remember I told you
But enough of my talking
Let's just let the music do the talking
And get into it

[Verse 1: S13]
Free locco cah he's way too devilish
I remember them times in 6 clip more than 6
I was just trynna pepper it
Free TT that's the 12 gauge specialist
It's like why do they lie on guys
When I hop out the ride watch em fly like Emirates
F2 done did it with elegance
15 inch don't worry about measurements
Heard another opp got got, chinged or shot
Lemme set my Phenergan
This bad b giving brain, call it top tier intelligence
I get chat from a bunch of kids that ain't on piss, and are so irrelevant
I still pop mans watch on the mains
That's a [?] up on he's wrist like tennison
Still gotta switch sim cards
Desinfectors trynna gain intelligence
Bro love catching extra days, feel like he's sentenced indeffinent
Bros in the lab with pots and pans
We ain't doing no experiments
Jump out the ride
Heart full of adrenaline
They main road, point blank and pellet him
No chat for the fed boys
I ain't got talk for the boys in blue
Boys from where?
Boys with who?
See me fly out the ride like boy don't move
When I grab this talking toy
And pull it back won't talk it shoots
Bro got my back like back like Saimese twins
So if I bop there, he's boppin' too
And I got him too
Might leave you in a coffin dude
You was at home on Netflix
I was in O seeing Stranger Things
If it's not an opp boys chest or neck
Then I'm giving TT laser chings
My heart's in fully
Blacked out hoodie
I can't fall off on a haser ting
Jailhouse ting, I'll razor him
OT tryna dodge the 'rales
New Malis tryna 'vaid the strip
If you're shotting a 12
Give me a bell, I need a brand new gauge to ring
If you're shotting a 12
Give me a bell, I need a brand new gauge to ring
Jump out and I'm shaving him
[Verse 2: Y.CB]
Gang purge in silence, late-night riding
Who's that, pop doors, on sight him
Short and rushed, did the dots so frightening
Slap that wap till he close his eyelids
Gun in the car, if not bro knife him
They do leggy, we still get cheffy
Crime scene messy
The beef is frying
DigDat I don't know about slicing
TT buj, allstar like Kenny
That's why the fiends keep coming and buying
Whip that, lock it, wash it, dry it
0 point 9s in cling then tie it
Ring this lyca
Demand, we supply
Hit them shots but the jake keeps fyin'
Tryna lay low, but the opp boys mad me
Grab that handy and then start glidin'
Grab that handy and then start searching
Buss their guns, I'm beefing virgins
Shh got got, got sent to the surgeon
Mended, you don't wanna see us lurking
Ridin' shotgun, back roads swerving
Hurt him, let me just mash that work in
Armz's too trappy, he gets them earnings
Wap on my waist and I keep that turning
4 wheels skervin'
Lack, It's curtains
Leave the civils, only get down certains
Bro tryna lock one, right-hand stirrin'
I'm tryna pop one, left I'm bursin'
Spin that block
Is that an opp?
He's in the vid, so bro let me shirt him
If I back that gauge, it spreads
Same way that the opp disperses
If I get the green light, you're pissed
That's hands on sticks like I'm an old person
He tried run in his J's, but tripped
Then I rip that Nike Tracksuit, he's pissed
[Outro: Joey Clipstar]
Y.CB, S13
HB Freestyles, duo ting
Let me know who we should get next
But until then

Fumez The engineer