100mph Freestyle x3 Lyrics – Clavish

100mph Freestyle x3 Lyrics by Clavish: “‎100mph Freestyle x3” is a Brand New English Song, sung by Clavish. 100mph Freestyle x3 song lyrics are written by Clavish and Fraser Keetch, with music produced by Fraser Keetch, and this brand-new music video was released on June 18, 2023.

Clavish – 100mph Freestyle x3 Lyrics

I Love My Life, But I Hate It At The Same Time
I Lost My Close Friend, And I’m Hurtin’ ’cause It’s Not Fair
If I Was Still Shottin’ Where You Shot, You Couldn’t Shot There
Said She Can’t Stand Me, Someone Tell Her Cop Chairs

And How Much Dior Runners I Got That I Do Not Wear
Colombia’s Down For The Thirty, And He’s Not Scared
His Wrist Works, Been Through More Whips Than Top Gear
A Real One’s Hard To Find, A Bad B!tch Is Not Rare

You Ain’t Hit Your Opp Block, But You Been Hittin’ Your Girl
My P-u-b’s A Quarter Mill In The Mail
I’ll Make It Further Than You, Why? ‘cah I’m Willin’ To Fail
Even If That Means Sittin’ In Jail

Oh Well, I Bought A Car For My Little Sis’, A Dinger For The Gang
We Cut Ties With N!ggas That Sing, But It’s Different Where You Hang
Went From Corsas To Corse, But It’s Different In The Lamb’
I Try Chest Shot, He Blocked It, So I Chinged Him In His Hand

No, I Don’t See Eye To Eye With Them, Silly Little Tramps,
I’ll Probably Still Put My Blacks On With A Milli’ In The Bank
With A Milli’ On My Wrist, And A Million In Cash
I’ll Sleep Better When I Hear **** Turned Into Some Ash

My Manager Says I’m Stupid For Still Rollin’ With A Scram
I Hate Explainin’ Myself And I Don’t Think He’ll Understand
**** Got Got The Same Day That He Was Trollin’ On The ‘gram
Your Violations Get Slept On, Cah You’re No One In Your Camp

I’m Top Two, And It’s Been That Lil’ Bro Can’t Fight To Save His Life
But With His Knife, They Might Give You A Shit Bag
Might Give You A Bad Day Or Give Your Mum Bad News
My Hoodie Cost A Bag Three, My Runners Cost A Bag Two

Pu*sy You Just Chat Static
Fu*kin’ On His Bm, Got Her Breathin’ Like She Asthmatic
Leave Him With A Face Scar, So You Can See My Shank Damage
He Ain’t Worth Turnin’ Cabbage

I Can Make The Yola Vanish, Bring It Back, Crack Magic
Four Pipe, My Whip Fartin’, Can’t Bring Dimma Hatton Garden
Last Time We Did, He Try Pop A Chain Disregardin’
N!ggas Tryna Sign Out Early, But I’m In Regardless

’cause If I Slip One Time, That Could Be The Darkest Moment
Paid Fifty For My Watch, I’ll Pay More For His Head Back
All My Hoes Holdin’ Grudges, ’cause I Ain’t Givin’ Head Back
The Same Day You Buy It, Same Day You Gotta Test That

I Ain’t Lookin’ After Yours, Cah I Ain’t Tryna Be A Stepdad
Been A Shiesty Yout Way Before I Ever Had S*x, Akh
If I Give You Back Half, Then I Beg You Just Respect That
Beg You Don’t Call My Phone Like Ciian, Can’t Get The Rest Back

Before Major Comebacks, There’s Always Minor Setbacks
If You Don’t Grind, I’ll Assume Nothin’s What You Wanna Be
Hoes See Me On The Menu And Say “Course, That’s What I Wanna Eat
‘course That’s What I Wanna Beat,” For Me, She’s A Proper Freak

Give Me Jaw And Ride My D!ck Properly
Apart From Waps, I’m Tryna Invest Into Some Property
And Stay Away From Guys That Think Life’s A Game, Monopoly
One-hundred Racks In Jewels, You’re Basically The Lottery

To Bring My N!ggas On Tour, They Don’t Know What It’s Costin’ Me
Tell My Ar, “Bring The Woosh”
Them Rick Owen Boots, The Quickest Way For Her To Shush
I Already Got The Puss’, A Little Pull, A Little Push

He Started Runnin’ Off, He Only Saw My Bally And My Hood
I Got So Much Of It, My Cousins Think I’ve Got A Pattern With Celine
And That I’m Lyin’, When I Say That I Do No Get It For Free
You Would Think My Watch Is In Jail, My Ap’s On The Freeze

You Would Think Her Legs Don’t Work, She’s Always On Her Knees
You Would Think I Had No Friends, I Was Always With The Fiends
Ten, Fifty, Then A Hundred Racks, Was Always In My Dreams
Minimum A Flick Knife, That Was Always In My Jeans

My N!ggas Not No Pedophile, But He’s Always Around A Teen, Seven
Out Here With Nothin’, Then You Probably Wanna See Heaven
Carry On, Gwaan, Like You Don’t Need Weapon
If Jo Ever Got Caught, For The Time, He Done Three Cheffings

By The Time He Came Home, It Would’ve Been P-7
Hmp’s The Only Time I’m Watchin’ Keith Lem
Won’t See Me On Whatrapperswore In All Black With Cheap Leathers
Really I Should Be In Paris, Skinny Fit, Clean Steppers

Number Plates Already Hot, And Plus We’ve Got Like Three Peppers
I Don’t Wanna Be In Jail, Phone S*x, Read Letters
Loopz Always Got His Gun On Him, He Don’t Need Wetters
But What I Need Is A Girl That Loves Me For Me

Not For My Vvs, Or The Fact That I’ve Got Silly Ps
Hit Her Like Twice, But She Is Not My Lover, Billie Jean
Tryna Tell My Youngin’ That I Love To Stop Sippin’ Lean
Negative To Positive, That’s How I Made My Mummy Proud

Then Back To Negative, When They Try To Come Outside My Mummy’s House
I Put Mummy On A Flight, Used To Take Out Mummy’s Knife
I’m A G.O.A.T. In The 6, I Put That On My Mummy’s Life
I Could Never Be A Bum, I Would’ve Wasted Mummy’s Time

When She Carried Me For Nine Months, She Deserves A Lick Back
Rollie On My N!gga’s Wrist, Didn’t Pay For It, He Licked That
Didn’t Pray For It, Just Told A Pu*sy Boy To Unclip That
Nina Try Introduce Me To Some Hoes In His Mansion

But Little Did He Know, Cla Already Hit That
Got More Motion Than Your Whole Gang
Murder On My Mind, I Probably Get That From My Old Man
‘course You Can Hold D!ck, But I Ain’t Tryna Hold Hands

The Way I Fill Her Up, You Would Think She Had A Low Tank
And No, I Won’t Rap About No Murders That I Weren’t Involved In
They Do It All The Time, To Me That’s Some Joke Ting
Me And Crash Me The Hood Hot, Cah We Done A Pokin’

Left His Top Red And White, Like The Flag Of Poland
If Yb Was Still Alive, He’d Need F1 Plus A Whole Rex
I Know He’s Up In Heaven, Probably Tryna Make The Coke Stretch
Free My Jail N!ggas, Doin’ Pull Ups, Gettin’ No S*x

And Free My Opps, The With No Canteen And No Creps
A Few Used To Diss Me When I Was Bruck
But I’ma Drop Eighty On A Chain To Show I’ve Leveled Up
I See Bro Push It So Deep, He Got His Metal Stuck

The Things I’ve Got Are Never Luck, Me And Her Did Never Fu*k
Yo, My Next Purchase Gotta Be A Sheen With A Whistle
I Bet You These Bullets Don’t Tickle
If I Weren’t Trappin, I Was Robbin’ Like Thickle

My Point Threes, Like They Could’ve Been Skittles
I’m Pullin’ Strings, Could’ve Done My Ting With A Guitar
Cheffed A Boy In His Back, And Turned My Block To Qatar
I’m In A Dawn With My Day One, Wishin’ On A Star

And A Scorps, Big Racks, I Used To Re-up On A Half
Confused Why I Never See You When It’s Time To Ride
But Always When It’s Time To Hide
Never Tell The Truth, But Always Hear You When It’s Time To Lie

Life’s Changed, I Phone Up My N!ggas Like “It’s Time To Fly”
I Tell My Label I’m A Dripper, I Don’t Need A Stylist
Would’ve Made Her Bae, But She’s Been Runnin’ Up Her Mileage
Same Way I Run It Up In Knightsbridge

Can’t Forget When I Was Runnin’ On The Night Shift
Demons On My Block Might Leave Their Flicky Where Your Eyes Is
And Run If You See Them Demons On A Motorcycle With A Hi-vis
CLA

Written by: Clavish & Fraser Keetch

100mph Freestyle x3 Song Info:

Song:	100mph Freestyle x3
Band/Singer:	Clavish
Lead Vocals:	Clavish
Lyrics:	Clavish & Fraser Keetch
Music:	Fraser Keetch
Music Label:	Polydor Records
Featuring:	Clavish
Release Date:	June 22, 2023