Flute Freestyle Lyrics

I got my energy back

Now I'm ready to snap

Yes you know it's a fact

That I'm boutta be fuckin it up

Killing em all just because

Nobody better than us

Dick be hard as an elephant tusk

I just keep leveling up

Someone put mushrooms in cups

So I'll be sipping it up

Until it bubble my guts

Nobody sicker than us

How wespewing out chunks

Man we not giving fuck

That's just the way we grew up

Used to be super crazy and shady

And now I done did a 180

Always on the go for whatever pay me

May be heating like May be

So they boutta be biting

Me and myself cuz there's nobody like him

God damn it man this kid is a Titan

Where is his trident so I can be striking

Grabbing an ice pick stabbing and knifing

The way that I slice em

Like drawing a hyphen

Ain't rapping alike him

An never will ever get better

Cuz no one is ever this clever

I just go do whatever

Pop shit off like Berettas

Got them grams or whatever or whenever

Me and my bro Seth Vanetta

Got this shit with vendettas

Uh, and now we go to get the chedda

Everyday and we're not gonna let up

Mob through new crew neck sweaters

Dodge 2 dart you can't get us

To rude and do who ever

Know who's who's and don't get set up

We get Baku bucks nd you don't do too much

If I'm twisted up then I'll get her

Don't hula hoop but I do the moves

When I swang these hips I bet a

Bitch know who to choose don't need no lube

I make her juice and get wetter

Want me to beat it up, I ain't a cheater but

You got me heating up so I'll just eat it up

Cuz she too hot to not

Young man Ray got rock it off the top

Why they hate on Mac

I just came to rap

I can take em all

I got plenty hats

Producer play on any instrument, plus I rap

And did this shit from scratch

So I gotta go crazy bro

I'm tryna turn up this not for the radio

I have been doing my measurements

These mother fuckers do not know no ratios

Pay me no mind of attention

Finding ascension when I climb in record

Touch gloves get tied in pretzel

Hyped up like a kid off a Red Bull

Ones up, keep your cash in the dresser

I swear that I'm finna win

I swear you ain't getting

By the hairs on yo chinny chin

You sound like him and him

And I sound like me

Mac Ray