LA Leakers Freestyle - Central Cee

They think I'm the one that can bridge the gap, huh

I came to LA to work, but first, where the bitches at?

They're tellin' me Tao or The Highlight Room

If you wanna go through, you gotta bring the strap (Okay)

No way could I trust these hoes, I'm takin' their phone if we bring them back

I don't wanna get done, like, nah (Come on)

They don't understand, I'm givin' them U.K. slang

My brudda, my fam', my akh

You say "The feds just done a sweep"

We say, "The boy dem run in my gaff"

You say "On God, no cap"

We say "Swear on your life, don't gass"

You say "Spin the block"

We say "Jump out and slide and crash"

You call it "machine," we call it a "mash"

Strip club and they're shakin' ass

But in my words, they're shakin' nyash

We don't trap in abandoned buildings

Shots get hit out of vacant flats

In other words, "apartments," hidden compartments get detached

Free all the members that got bagged

You say "What's up?," we say, "Wagwan"

Got shotguns from a farm

We don't eat pork, we say it's Haram

You call her "shawty," we call her "jawn"

Sexy gyal and we call them "leng"

Back then, we would call them "peng"

Bare words that we got for guns

Like "waps" and "skengs"

You call them "Js", we call them "cats"

There's not much crystal meth

My hoods got junkies hooked on crack

Flick knives, we call them "nanks"

Zombie killers, we call them "ZKs"

Rambo knife by the name of "Ramz"

We say "cash," "Ps," "racks," "Gs"

We don't really call them "bands"

In L.A, it's Escalades

In the ends, it's Mercedes Vans

Watch my back, I'm paranoid

That's what I mean when I say that I'm prang

Clench my fist and I fist bump man

Anti-social, I don't shake much hands, huh

Well, it depends

You say "the trenches", we say "the ends"

You say "y'all", we say "you lot"

You say "restroom", we say "toilet"

We do have guns, but they might be

So man pull it apart and oil it

If a man violate, say a man boyed it

Live Yours ain't a gang, can't join it

We both whip crack the same

We fill up the Pyrex pot and boil it

In London, I'm verified

In N.Y, I'm valid

Twelve hours away, I'm M.I.A, I can pull up on DJ Khaled

It's only an hour away from the ends, that's why I spend time in Paris

If I pull up on Saturday Night, I ain't come here to talk, this ain't Jimmy Fallon (Ah, yeah)

I just pulled up with a chick bro said that he hit, I'm a bit embarrassed, huh

All she's gettin' is dick and Chick-Fil-A, we ain't eatin' salmon

I might hit one time and vanish, I got unlimited funds on the Amex

One day, I'm on the block in London, next day, I'm chillin' in the sun on a hammock, huh

Controversy sells

I said, "How can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay" and it flew off the shelf

Thinkin', "Should I go with a label or stay independent and do it myself?"

Sat down with the boss and said I ain't signed, but, bro, I ain't new to deals, uh

Stood outside of the night club, try make the trap line kick like Flight Club

All of my drip from Rodeo Drive, ain't none of this shit from China, huh

I don't want Nobu, I need me a yard food, so I'm in Inglewood

Darg dem—

My darg dem serve like Wimbledon

My darg dem smart like Beethoven

I'm from where the JackBoys active

Fam, don't sleep with your window open

Hoes gon' line man up and get a commission

Back shot give a gyal whiplash

Hit that, impact like a collision

I don't care if I'm givin' the lo'

Tell Rubi Rose that I'm in the Edition

(Okay)

(That boy, man, West London is in here, man, Central Cee)

(Touchin' LA Leakers, baby)