Freestyle Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Shout out to my nigga Jarvis, Jar-Vito, they done freed a real one, man
on that white girl sugar' and Soy powder'
Trappin for' like 80 hours, we ain't even fuckin' take showers
Wore a fresh white tee again, cuz shit still had a crease in it
Rappers rappin' by the lifestyle, they don't live nigga, but we live it
They ain't gonna respect us, and them niggas gon' fear us
Talkin' to my shooter, I was starin' in the mirror
Break a onion down, eyes never teared up
Reminiscin' bout Curtis life til this day yea i still tear up
No more, chop ramen, steak n' lobster, I tear it up
Goons ride like escalators, hatin' niggas gon' stare at us
Real niggas versus puppets, yeah, Pinocchio, they can't compare us
Catch a body like a acrobat, fly to Arizona, get my time back
Told God to rewind that, in a rental switching lanes
Hide the top, LeBron James, same nigga with the .45, yeah, that's MJ
No, nigga, I ain't never lie, cross me and you get crucified
Suckers want nothing, see me lose, can't see defeat like the bride shoes
New crib, A6, windshield tinted, you see me winnin
Fiend said the work good, plug, put his feet in it
on the highway, white girls in the trunk, doing five over the speed limit
Catch em in traffic, do em I'm tragic
you thinkin you tough, dawg, watch out while I put you down
Laughin' while I do it, tell Bruce Wayne I'm the real clown
Bitches love me, niggas hate me, you know I'm cool with that
You corny in real life, but you cool only in your raps
Watch a Ick do your videos, you know I laugh at that
You ain't even bout it, but the song gets catchy tho
Fake niggas around me, no, nigga, you'll never catch me though
She know me as Thottie, I fuck your bitch in the Audi
FN on my body, that's for niggas tryna to down me
I dodge shots, send shots, sound like granddad, pop, pop
Spin back, make sure he got got, then gave two more, pop, pop
Billz say he got me, I don't even doubt it
forensic tracing' your body, they some fake artists
Thought I mixed Dame Scott, Sticky Money, yeah, we the team, the big three
Tell DJ Khaled we the best, I live in my raps, I can never be homeless, nigga