Freestyle Songtext
von Lil Randy
Freestyle Songtext
Just bring me a couple of drinks
So I can ease my mind
′Cause these bullshit niggas around me are drivin' me crazy
They drivin′ me crazy
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
Just bring me a couple of drinks
So I can ease my mind
I keep goin' 'til pourin′ X off
Never ever gettin′ waitin' to blast off
Got a glass mouth, drop top, outside glass off
Nigga don′t wanna see me pull the bag off
'Cause it′s full of raw, fuck what you thought
Make the ass end do like a seesaw in Utah
Droppin' off the yoga, droppin′ off the sh
Can't say the word 'cause you know I make ′em stutter
Eighteens huddle, nothin′ but the butter
R.I.P. to my nigga, holler at my damn brother
That's the key number, used to be bald, faithful flimmin′
Tippin' on nothin′ but women, razor blade trimmin'
I ain′t playin', I'm the man and I keep comin′
Hit me off the lot, ′84 really warmin'
Steady hummin′, you know it's Slim Holiday
Drop the top and you know I might Marla Gray
It′s the apple over silver, make 'em shake and shiver
Backyard never far, den in the river
Know I′m so throwed and they gotta gon' get me
Piercin' chain shiny and my wrist is a Emmy
I done did it and you know I′m lookin′ cute
Gucci shoes and boots, finna scoop up the Mook
Keep on goin' and you know I get low
Actin′ real bad, finna hit the flip flow
They can't stand me, no, they can′t stand, I won't stop
Slip and slide in the drop, me and the pop
And you know I act bad, I′m slurpin' in the Jag
Finna fuck up the— that's the dirt Jack
Dirt dog, I hurt y′all, I′m hurtin', dog
Fuckin′ with them boys and you know I'm surfin′ off
I be a Jag sipper, actin' bad flipper
Breakin′ boys off and you know I never trip or
Never have my pants hangin', never ever changin'
Gotta stay stiff, stay real, I′m the main and
Demandin′, so outstandin', they be lovely
Big ol′ cup of bubbly and the hot tub rub me
Yes, yes, bust that up for less
Never ever could do it, got American Express
And cash card, never ever flash on the broad
Keep on, keep goin', see the cash in the yard
Half a mill′, I cashed the deal
I keep on goin', never flash the steel
And I′ma blast, um, nothin' but cash
And I'm back up on they ass, I be stashin′, stash
That′s what the fight's for, you know it drop, boy
I′m comin' through this ho, finna hit the yacht, boy
Roll the yacht out, niggas wanna talk
Nigga, when I come, you know I leave they ass in chalk
Fuck what you thought, it ain′t my fault
Cases I caught, finna hit the vault, R.I.P. to the Hawk
I had to swallow 'cause I had some fuckin′ in my throat
In my throat, um, finna write a note
Ridin' in my fuckin' yacht, I′m sorry, it′s a boat
We cruisin', ain′t no losin', cruisin′ for a bruisin'
Piercin′ chain hangin', it used to be the Susan
Man, nothin' but princes, pots with the fences
Hoes see me on stage and they start goin′ vengeance
Um, pit bulls, no dope in pinches
Everything I′m rollin' on, dots and inches
Gotta pay attention, I be sayin′ somethin'
Displayin′ nothin' but money and I′m still money lungin'
It's the young man, like I said before
Not a youngster no more, I get my bread and go
Everything that we ridin′, it be red to the floor
And if I′m Gucci this, then it's head to toe
Um, yes, I′m back, like I said
Nigga, 'bout my bread, I be scratchin′ my head
Like I don't know and you know I′m talkin' 'bout
Clean in my Gucci shoes, hoppin′ out the drop
Lookin′ so crazy, high, swayin' in Katy
Summer rolls and birds and these hoes don′t amaze me
Man, I'm real throwed, like I said, I′m in the windy
Catch me in my slacks, bumpin' shoes and a fitted
Been there and did it, all about my stock
Cream of the crop, got a beam on the Glock
Then I got the boxes, boys don′t wanna stop this
'Cause you know I'm comin′, I stick to the topic
Smokin′ on the tropic, syrup dyin' black
All about my six, player, heard it on the ′Lac
Yes, it's real good, yes, that ho dandy
Front to the back and I′m headed to Miami
Wrist lookin' dandy, man, I′m so demandin'
Finna pass the mic 'cause you know I′m so fancy
Never ever fallin′, stallin', here to New Orleans
Keep the water boilin′ and the Georgios are spoilin'
They spoilin′ me, they lovin' me, big ol′ cup of bubbly
They rubbin' me, man, face expression lookin' ugly
′Cause I′m on it, I want it, I'll kill a component
I mastered on it, I′m on it, watch us, I'm finna flaunt it
Bag it, and like I left some on black on black
The stacks, the stacks, racks, a rack attack
That mean stacks in my pocket, can′t stop it
Like I said before, man, I stick to the topic
So I can ease my mind
′Cause these bullshit niggas around me are drivin' me crazy
They drivin′ me crazy
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
Just bring me a couple of drinks
So I can ease my mind
I keep goin' 'til pourin′ X off
Never ever gettin′ waitin' to blast off
Got a glass mouth, drop top, outside glass off
Nigga don′t wanna see me pull the bag off
'Cause it′s full of raw, fuck what you thought
Make the ass end do like a seesaw in Utah
Droppin' off the yoga, droppin′ off the sh
Can't say the word 'cause you know I make ′em stutter
Eighteens huddle, nothin′ but the butter
R.I.P. to my nigga, holler at my damn brother
That's the key number, used to be bald, faithful flimmin′
Tippin' on nothin′ but women, razor blade trimmin'
I ain′t playin', I'm the man and I keep comin′
Hit me off the lot, ′84 really warmin'
Steady hummin′, you know it's Slim Holiday
Drop the top and you know I might Marla Gray
It′s the apple over silver, make 'em shake and shiver
Backyard never far, den in the river
Know I′m so throwed and they gotta gon' get me
Piercin' chain shiny and my wrist is a Emmy
I done did it and you know I′m lookin′ cute
Gucci shoes and boots, finna scoop up the Mook
Keep on goin' and you know I get low
Actin′ real bad, finna hit the flip flow
They can't stand me, no, they can′t stand, I won't stop
Slip and slide in the drop, me and the pop
And you know I act bad, I′m slurpin' in the Jag
Finna fuck up the— that's the dirt Jack
Dirt dog, I hurt y′all, I′m hurtin', dog
Fuckin′ with them boys and you know I'm surfin′ off
I be a Jag sipper, actin' bad flipper
Breakin′ boys off and you know I never trip or
Never have my pants hangin', never ever changin'
Gotta stay stiff, stay real, I′m the main and
Demandin′, so outstandin', they be lovely
Big ol′ cup of bubbly and the hot tub rub me
Yes, yes, bust that up for less
Never ever could do it, got American Express
And cash card, never ever flash on the broad
Keep on, keep goin', see the cash in the yard
Half a mill′, I cashed the deal
I keep on goin', never flash the steel
And I′ma blast, um, nothin' but cash
And I'm back up on they ass, I be stashin′, stash
That′s what the fight's for, you know it drop, boy
I′m comin' through this ho, finna hit the yacht, boy
Roll the yacht out, niggas wanna talk
Nigga, when I come, you know I leave they ass in chalk
Fuck what you thought, it ain′t my fault
Cases I caught, finna hit the vault, R.I.P. to the Hawk
I had to swallow 'cause I had some fuckin′ in my throat
In my throat, um, finna write a note
Ridin' in my fuckin' yacht, I′m sorry, it′s a boat
We cruisin', ain′t no losin', cruisin′ for a bruisin'
Piercin′ chain hangin', it used to be the Susan
Man, nothin' but princes, pots with the fences
Hoes see me on stage and they start goin′ vengeance
Um, pit bulls, no dope in pinches
Everything I′m rollin' on, dots and inches
Gotta pay attention, I be sayin′ somethin'
Displayin′ nothin' but money and I′m still money lungin'
It's the young man, like I said before
Not a youngster no more, I get my bread and go
Everything that we ridin′, it be red to the floor
And if I′m Gucci this, then it's head to toe
Um, yes, I′m back, like I said
Nigga, 'bout my bread, I be scratchin′ my head
Like I don't know and you know I′m talkin' 'bout
Clean in my Gucci shoes, hoppin′ out the drop
Lookin′ so crazy, high, swayin' in Katy
Summer rolls and birds and these hoes don′t amaze me
Man, I'm real throwed, like I said, I′m in the windy
Catch me in my slacks, bumpin' shoes and a fitted
Been there and did it, all about my stock
Cream of the crop, got a beam on the Glock
Then I got the boxes, boys don′t wanna stop this
'Cause you know I'm comin′, I stick to the topic
Smokin′ on the tropic, syrup dyin' black
All about my six, player, heard it on the ′Lac
Yes, it's real good, yes, that ho dandy
Front to the back and I′m headed to Miami
Wrist lookin' dandy, man, I′m so demandin'
Finna pass the mic 'cause you know I′m so fancy
Never ever fallin′, stallin', here to New Orleans
Keep the water boilin′ and the Georgios are spoilin'
They spoilin′ me, they lovin' me, big ol′ cup of bubbly
They rubbin' me, man, face expression lookin' ugly
′Cause I′m on it, I want it, I'll kill a component
I mastered on it, I′m on it, watch us, I'm finna flaunt it
Bag it, and like I left some on black on black
The stacks, the stacks, racks, a rack attack
That mean stacks in my pocket, can′t stop it
Like I said before, man, I stick to the topic
Writer(s): Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Dominique Jones, Joseph Naquan Adams, Jordan Taylor Hutchins, Felix Xavier Rodriguez, Jabrielle Rael Brooks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

