2K FREESTYLE (feat. Lil Darkie) - Lazy3x

Yeah, when I'm outside I got beans and some big ol' fire I'ma shoot yo' bitch ass, keep crossin' the line Catchin' like a fisherman, I'm that guy And I feel like a turkey I'm that fly Got a big AR, but this one's not mine And it's hot outside, so put the guns inside Bitch, everyone, yeah Bitch, it's hot like a fever Came through once, now I don't even need it Bitch, where my fish to catch? I can't see here I'ma do a backflip, hold my beer I'ma catch you, lil' bitch Like a fish, lil' bitch You don't know shit 'Bout shit, nigga I'ma pull up, shoot a nigga In the bottom lip, nigga Talkin' crazy? We gon' pull up like the Power Rangers, nigga Yeah, we pullin' up like one two three And your bitch so bad, she gon' S my D And the bag so fat, so at math I'm elite Lil' bag so fast, it's like cash rent-free Other rappers pay for plays I just pay for fishin' bait Sippin' beer and smokin' Js Man, I love the USA Clean my rifles every day AR15s and AKs Man, there ain't a greater place I love the United States Uh, stuff my pants in my boots, uh Got a big stick in my hand and it shoots, lil' nigga I don't give a fuck what you think Crack Pabst Blue open, then I take a drink, lil' nigga Now I'm knee-deep in the drink Knee-deep in the sauce Knee-deep in the swamp, my nigga Got that swag that you want From the back to the front We passin' 'em up, my nigga (MK) Other rappers pay for plays I just pay for fishin' bait Sippin' beer and smokin' Js Man, I love the USA Clean my rifles every day AR15s and AKs Man, there ain't a greater place I love the United States Yippee-ki-yay, uh Stuffin' that tobacco in the back of my face, uh All of my niggas fishin', we catchin' no case, uh Packin' that dip in my lip in place, uh And if you want a redneck, I'm out in the sun, uh We ain't dead yet so we havin' fun with guns, uh First I shoot the deer in a leg then it runs, uh Then I put its ass in some hamburger buns And feed it to my son Joe Biden can't take my guns I ain't a fan of big government, nah Democrats can't take my rights Republicans have lost their fight Honest, patient, workin' man Got huntin' camo on my pants The wilderness and I got some bands Federal notes in my hands Other rappers pay for plays I just pay for fishin' bait Sippin' beer and smokin' Js Man, I love the USA Clean my rifles every day AR15s and AKs Man, there ain't a greater place I love the United States

Ha, hey guys, let's do one of those no melody songs That'll be so creative Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah Ayy, Wendigo, you sound like Kenny Beats right now, hahaha Chase the money, chase money, hahaha Yeah, oh my God, bitch, yes, yeah, Wendi B-B-Bitch I'm smokin' gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust Pull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the holo cost Teacher said you won't be successful makin' those animations Shut yo apple-eatin' ass up and do some laminations I tear a page out the bible if I be out of papers Idle niggas worshipin' idols, put acid in yo wafers Pastor said you won't be successful gettin' that boomin' Did I ask ya pussy nigga? You a human And I'ma be a star soon, wavy like Ahab, hit that nigga with the harpoon Save me, I may have pulled the trigger, ate some hard 'shrooms Maybe I'm faded but I wiggle like a cartoon Yeah, I feel like a cartoon I'm in yo devices, perpetuate your vices in crisis, but I'm the nicest Always eat your food with spices Pay attention to the prices, don't be made into a sucka You won't have enough for supper, keep ya numbers on the upper Tupperware eatin', my seatin' steady on the carpet I park it and then I spark it, no marketin' hittin' targets Hit like a guitar pick that's strummin' Or like a drum that be gunnin' you down for fun, I chuckle, and then I run Run up, I dump it out, he wanna thump it out Coke in a mountain, my bitch gotta lump it out Don't do no arguments, pull up, no parkin' it You hear the sound when my niggas is sparkin' it I got two hands on that bitch, I won't double back I got that cookie it double wrap I got Gelato in Cuban tobacco I popped a new bottle and blew out her back, ho I act like a wacko I spit like I'm chewin' on you and don't know what to do with the goo You a slimy ass nigga, you drip like a garbage bag Try me, I'll always pull up with a larger mag Built like an armory, niggas got no chance of harmin' me Smoke up a garden G, I think it harden me I am not hurtin', my pain is too far to see Bitch if we kick it, no way you say "naw" to weed or to poppin' a bottle We pop him, he waddle I ain't never dawdle, I'm kickin' the throttle while fuckin' a model I stay as drawin', yo life is novel and most of it awful, uh Nobody read no more, I stay on the screen, you whore You pay to get to seen, you poor Don't play for no team, I'm bored, huh? Talkin' that shit yo lip look like an asshole Walk in that bitch, shoot the bricks out yo castle You one them niggas, not purse, it's a satchel That shit a purse, but it's less of a hassle Why it got tassels? Why it got tassels on it? I won't pass the chronic to ya, supersonic-hoover-vacuum, bitch I pack her smackin' lips My dick attack her, slip inside her back-end quick Stackin' chips like it's a Pringles can Let's get it crackin' bitch, nigga Bring it then, bring it then Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm Bitch, I'm smoking (bitch, I'm smoking) gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust Cubie Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smoke Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smoke Bitch, I'm feelin' great Yeah (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch) Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smoke Bitch, I'm feelin' great, chopstick get ate Fuck yo fate, change your fuckin' state Under sewer grates, put the stock up to my waist I make you flip, like a cake, fuck yo zip, yo cookie fake I tend to drip when I bake, put tobacco in my face Bitch, off the rip, I be laced, go outside and catch a case The pussy wet from the mace, riot dyin' in the street Keep up the pace, fuck you slowin' for? We racin' on our feet, we move with haste I'm amazed, all these niggas fallin' off Free 14, all these other rappers soft Spider Gang, choppa cough Bitch, on paper I look greater than presidents Set preposterous precedents, got a roster of resonance copper? Bother the residents proper, stockin' your evidence locker Medicine set, it'll stomp your head in a dropper I keep the lead in a yappa, I get to poppin' ya top or ya legs and sever spit red And I drop ya dead and in heaven with papa B-B-Bitch I'm smokin' heat like an oven, Hansel and Gretel Sippin' tea inside your neighborhood, cannot handle the kettle Pullin' up, double glovin', I'm buzzin' grippin' the metals Spend a dozen and dip before he can settle (yuh) He want beef, but he a chicken, I smoke a nigga, rotisserie You history, I use my machine to make you a mystery like Scooby-Doo I roll up my doobie, full of the beautiful Her booty pull me in 'cause she's suitable, irrefutable Run up on you, make you a victim, I'm the fuckin' shooter I don't pay for features, I lick 'em, watch your damn computer Back in high school they took my scooter, they made me a looter (they did it) I feel smart, I ain't need no tutor, born a true intruder Bitch I'm smokin' gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust P-P-Pull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the holo cost T-T-Teacher said you won't be successful makin' those animations T-T-Teacher ain't no doctor, ain't got no patience (nah) I feel like a cartoon (yeah, yeah) Bitch, bitch (huh), I feel like a cartoon, huh (Ha, now we're so original guys, let's add that to the new genre) (Oh my God, so lyrical, I only deserve when there's so much clou-)