CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Untitled freestyle 2
(Verse)
See how versatile I can get (uhuh)
Okay, I'll say a few words on this
Ohh aye uh mm mm mm
Okay look
High as f**k, drunk as f**k
In the back of the car like what the f**k
Bad b*t*h at the crib, high as f**k off the drugs, suck me up
I was high, not her
She was sober, tryna' get a upper cut
Hit em in the stomach with the choppa' til the f**k n***a had enough
Freestyle sh*t that they take years to think up, thats true
Pull up on the scene, leave em inked up choppa' like a tattoo
You ain't know, she ain't know, he ain't know
n***a, I'm that dude
Matter fact make you break your back like break dance, old school
Freestyle type to pull up, put the gun to your youth group
Matter fact take a chain on your wrist, slave you up useful
Hell yeah ya b*t*h I meant use you
Beat it up, beat it up, Mike Tyson I abuse you
Flow gold, so cold like diamonds f**k that rose gold
.40 on me it'll sneeze, grab a Kleenex got a bad cold
Pull up on him, hit him in his face twice, now he got a bad nose
I'm the type to pull up on the scene full of sh*t like a as*h**e
My flow is so cold, my flow is so cold its so cool
These n***as so lame, these n***as so old Im so new
Pull up on the scene just me no guys I'm solo
Feel like Kudi cause I'm still rockin' the Dolo
Box all on my logo, you b*t*h she a hoe hoe
Stick on me yeah the stick on and its super big, no homo
n***as talking that dumb sh*t hit em in his ears, no Dumbo
Not in my house with a tumble
Left right left right, thats a combo
I'ma serve it like cilantro
Kill a n***a in his condo
Then I f**k his b*t*h his condo
I hit this Og, let his mom know
I am the bomb hoe, I blow up just like a bomb hoe
Just let your mom know
Juice he got that old sound flow (yeah)
I ain't ever gotta write (uuhh)
Im the sh*t to these n***as like damn
Do I ever gotta wipe (yuuh)
Pull up on em with the gun like damn
That n***a finna die (yeah)
Ima overkill overkill [?] (yeah aye)
R.I.P. to my fallin' ones, I just lost my brother, for real (uh)
Im sick of lookin' at the news, I may lose another, for real (yuh)
Everybody keep on snitchin on em, they ain't undercovers, for real (yuh)
Its how I catch em lackin' sleepin with each others under covers for real (yuh)
Man
sh*t gets real out here
Withdrawals a b*t*h, Ive been takin too many pills out here
Tryna live out here, no advils
f**ked the b*t*h on my adlibs
Said that twice cause sh*t is mad real
Man
Westwood throw on some different sh*t
Im still rappin' on it 'cause I'm showin' the distance between me and these other n***as
Like I said I can f**k your mother n***a
Like I said I can f**k your baby sitter
Like I said I'm here to baby n***as, for real
See how versatile I can get (uhuh)
Okay, I'll say a few words on this
Ohh aye uh mm mm mm
Okay look
High as f**k, drunk as f**k
In the back of the car like what the f**k
Bad b*t*h at the crib, high as f**k off the drugs, suck me up
I was high, not her
She was sober, tryna' get a upper cut
Hit em in the stomach with the choppa' til the f**k n***a had enough
Freestyle sh*t that they take years to think up, thats true
Pull up on the scene, leave em inked up choppa' like a tattoo
You ain't know, she ain't know, he ain't know
n***a, I'm that dude
Matter fact make you break your back like break dance, old school
Freestyle type to pull up, put the gun to your youth group
Matter fact take a chain on your wrist, slave you up useful
Hell yeah ya b*t*h I meant use you
Beat it up, beat it up, Mike Tyson I abuse you
Flow gold, so cold like diamonds f**k that rose gold
.40 on me it'll sneeze, grab a Kleenex got a bad cold
Pull up on him, hit him in his face twice, now he got a bad nose
I'm the type to pull up on the scene full of sh*t like a as*h**e
My flow is so cold, my flow is so cold its so cool
These n***as so lame, these n***as so old Im so new
Pull up on the scene just me no guys I'm solo
Feel like Kudi cause I'm still rockin' the Dolo
Box all on my logo, you b*t*h she a hoe hoe
Stick on me yeah the stick on and its super big, no homo
n***as talking that dumb sh*t hit em in his ears, no Dumbo
Not in my house with a tumble
Left right left right, thats a combo
I'ma serve it like cilantro
Kill a n***a in his condo
Then I f**k his b*t*h his condo
I hit this Og, let his mom know
I am the bomb hoe, I blow up just like a bomb hoe
Just let your mom know
Juice he got that old sound flow (yeah)
I ain't ever gotta write (uuhh)
Im the sh*t to these n***as like damn
Do I ever gotta wipe (yuuh)
Pull up on em with the gun like damn
That n***a finna die (yeah)
Ima overkill overkill [?] (yeah aye)
R.I.P. to my fallin' ones, I just lost my brother, for real (uh)
Im sick of lookin' at the news, I may lose another, for real (yuh)
Everybody keep on snitchin on em, they ain't undercovers, for real (yuh)
Its how I catch em lackin' sleepin with each others under covers for real (yuh)
Man
sh*t gets real out here
Withdrawals a b*t*h, Ive been takin too many pills out here
Tryna live out here, no advils
f**ked the b*t*h on my adlibs
Said that twice cause sh*t is mad real
Man
Westwood throw on some different sh*t
Im still rappin' on it 'cause I'm showin' the distance between me and these other n***as
Like I said I can f**k your mother n***a
Like I said I can f**k your baby sitter
Like I said I'm here to baby n***as, for real
