Punch Line (Freestyle)

Yo (lagga)

This ain't no punchline rap (no)
This that M from North West, increase the gun crime rap (bap, bap)
This that dash the hood phone and bring the cunch lines back (brrt)
Fifty pebs in straight tens gone by lunchtime trap (trap)
Every spot I go, there's always Londoners and Scousers (no shit)
Not to mention yutes from the spot that think they're 'bout it
Researchin' rehab centres on them Google browsers
Just tryna find estates with the most council houses (whoa)
There's always one cat where everyone says, "Don't serve him" (who?)
Me, I link him straight away, look in his eyes and burst him (real shit)
He said these other trappers see him callin' and curve him (huh?)
I don't know why these other shottas get so nervous (I don't)
Yardie dances got me askin' yutes, "What's the angle?" (What's the problem?)
Them days, twelve gauge with a wooden handle (da-da-da, baow)
Drop the box in the ST, stolen manual (skrrt)
They hide and we seek with this steel bangle
Check it though, you could weigh twenty stone, I got this .44
What I bought from sellin' twenty stones, get it though
Slap your friend if he don't get involved, either way (pussy)
If he gets involved then he's gettin' smoked (straight)
Lagga

Bro, I'm in the trap now, I was in the trap then
You ain't in the trap now and you wasn't back then
J got the SK and Ras got the MAC-10
If you're in the background, get left in the past tense (skrrt)

Mh, mh, it's time to roll again (baow, baow, wow)
Send a text out in the mornin', it's time for openin' (brrt)
When I woke up, had no credit, topped up my phone again (uh-huh)
By the seaside with the sand, pebble the stone again (OT, I'm trappin')
Mh, it's off the dome again (whoa)
It's a stolen vehicle that me and Hothead be rollin' in (skrrt)
Gotta have a mask on me fillin' up the petroleum (gassed it)
I was up in Swindon when Rimmz was with the Bristolians (trappin')
Activation, I'm Jamaican
Nan goin' emancipation for graduation (granny)
To feed my fam, that's an obligation
Even if it's from drug dealin' occupations (trappin')
Tryna put money in stocks and tradin'
But the fans on my case, true, I got 'em waitin' (they're pissed)
Lizzy stressed too, true, I got her waitin' (ringin' my line)
Now I'm eatin', why these niggas body shamin'? (Yo, why?)
I got the beat back, my seat back, rollin' with a G pack
I know the roads, brother, I don't need maps (Waze)
Miami traffic in a E-Class, Glock on my waist
Got my chain on, I need that, you eediat (pussy)
Can't trust niggas that spread propaganda (dickhead)
Ask them who told them and they ain't got an answer (huh?)
Chat like bitches, gotta call them man Samantha (chatty Pattie's)
Got this big .9 on me up in Casablanca
Thirty-six for twenty-eight, twenty-eight for eleven-fifty (trappin')
At the intersection tryna dodge another section sixty (skrrt)
Joe called for four white, two dark, he just spent a pinky
Three for twenty-five, get seven items if you bring a nitty (real shit)
That's quick maths but I ain't Big Shaq (what? lagga)
I'm in a yardie dance with this big strap (doo-doo)
Oats tryna find this ganja and rizzla
Hit the snap if you smoke Billy Kimber (brrt)
A nigga still puttin' waps up in gym bags (haha)
My Amiris keep the .44 intact
And you can see the imprint on the picture (real shit)
So I had to blur that shit for the Insta' (wow)

Bro, I'm in the trap now, I was in the trap then
You ain't in the trap now and you wasn't back then
J got the SK and Ras got the MAC-10
If you're in the background, get left in the past tense

Rah, it's Bkay, you know?
Joce, right?
How's your love life?