South West England (Freestyle) ft. Kuda Lyrics

Okay

Okay

Okay, okay

Yeah

I'm late night chillin', back of the elevator

I'm in the new five star hotel baby

She call me daddy so I guess I'm Darth Vader

I'm hittin' shots like a good ball player

I came into the game with a red lightsaber

I pointed to her chest and I said misbehavior

I'm all about the guap and the top, then see you later

Ah ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, see you later

Cruisin' round the block, big fucking racks in my waist

Cruisin' round the block and I got big rocks and my taste is so amazing

Motherfuck yo' bitch, she nothin' but a blazin' hoe

Yeah, cook up the shit

Yeah, roll up the blunt, I'm lit

Pass it to my homie, he fuckin' lit too

We gonna motherfuckin' chop to the beat drop

Back on the scene and I signed the contract and I got the yen

Stackin' up the cash and I got the freemans

Gotta shout 'em lunch, yeah I'mma feed her

Now I'm heatin' up and I'm the winner

Got my gold medal and I'm the track star

Got it in the back and I go, oh yah

Got the crowd cheering my name from afar

Hear em' in the nose bleeds, bitch I go hard

Got the whole crowd, we sold out show

68 thousand, they sayin' my name

Let's fuckin' go

Let me hear the crowd go so slow

Woah

And the crowd goes so slow

I'm in the bitch like, oh no no

Yeah, car go vroom vroom

Brand new Mazda, so I go zoom zoom

Five wheels on the truck, yeah

Got me trippin' what the fuck, yeah

Black and red, I'm outta luck (black and red!)

Pop a pill, now I really wanna fuck

I'm in the matrix, goin' crazy on the beat

Northside just cooked up the heat

She an angel, but a devil in the sheets

Word to Mac, I got Nikes on my feet

Every day's like a fuckin' new beat

Fuckin' that bitch, man, hard as concrete, yeah

Got your bitch and we doin' nothing sweet

Reppin' Northside, and we focus on the feat

Yeah

Look at me cruisin', look at me wildin'

And I'm so groovy, and I'm groovin to the beat

So jivy, man I'm moving and it's smooth

But give me the beat, I'm rockin'

Motherfucker, you boppin'

You look like

A kids' bop version of the worst person that did it

I'm the best in here, let's admit it

Whoa, sorry, didn't mean to flex

But when I'm on the mic, man, I'm feelin' at my damn best

And all these other fuckin' rappers are no damn test

The best yet, and relievin' all my damn stress

And why she talking when I told her I don't want it to her face

And why you over here when I told you doggy stay

You're lookin' like a motherfuckin' person that just don't know what they doin'

Man this really ain't a game that you can play

It's actually a catastrophe when I'm rappin'

And fuckin' clappin these fuckin' rappers

Establishing all this passion while I'm relaxin' and

Give me the title and give me the cash

For having 'em all moving

Done