Destination Freestyle (feat. King Vvibe) - Crash Adams

Ayy, the blues is now kickin' and dinner is three Michelin I don't eat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin' Know that I need discipline I keep singin' for all these hoes, they keep listenin' Niggas love to bro up with the boy and dap fists-es But we are not equivalent, dawg I been an only child, don't need siblings And I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in, okay Man, if you saw what I flew here, you'd be like "He's sickenin'" If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it Classics I keep scribblin', lights in the Universal building just keep flickerin' Money just keep comin' in, you would think I'm Irish The way that it stays doublin' I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governments Whatever they're doin' with my cash is very troublin' Okay, February came around, I used to get paid shovelin' Sold clothes, walked dogs, trust me, I stay hustlin' When it came to school, there's no way that I'm A-plus'n it So I just dropped out of it, trust me, I'm not proud of it Niggas get too comfy in they spot, they get knocked out of it Niggas get a gun just so they can make props out of it Shawty make a scene in the house, she get locked out of it Yeah, you not 'bout to be chillin' in this bitch with kicked feet up I'ma make you bounce out this hoe like Big Freedia Pete O. used to throw a purple tint on a two liter First private plane I ever rode was a eight-seater Before that, I got the bedroom hot with a space heater On top of that, I didn't have shit to my name either, that's real But now I'm givin' house tours 'til it's back to world tours Play that "Mask Off" when they find the real cure I might not be good for her, but I'm real to her Got no time for her, but give Richard Mille to her That's the only way I know how to express love My dawgs love sticks and drums like they Questlove All them jokes about Aubrey they got me messed up, for real I come with a lot of complications inside me It's always people misleadin' me that are tryna guide me Everyone wants to try me, but no one wants to buy me Everyone wants to meet me, but no one wants to keep me Everyone talkin' lemons when everything is peachy Everyone got they hands out, and it ain't to reach me Mhm, mhm Everyone got they glass out, let's drink to Weezy Every nigga that stare me down just came to see me Choppin' up a lil' cash cow, that's steak I'm eatin' Check deposits, high-risers with extra closets The sex platonic, I talk intelligent, text Ebonics The electronic guitars whinin', that's just Nirvana Tommy gun on the counter I call it Mr. Thomas That'll keep niggas honest I'm dozin' off in the driver seat 'cause the seat give massages Decimal point money, these numbers too steep for commas I'm eye to eye with niggas, I can't help but to see beyond 'em Got a two-seater problem Niggas thinkin' they cold, I knock the flu-season out 'em Bitches forget they hoes, and that's when Tunechi remind 'em I used to fuck Gucci models, I'm fuckin' Gucci designers I keep it too G regardless, I'm gettin' too deep for divers Let me resurface, I'm flexin' on purpose She especially curvy, bet she be servin' every purpose Perfect, I'm better than perfect, I'm sick, I need to see a medical person Eatin' all of these rappers with these edible verses All I gotta be is all that I can possibly She really, really into me, then suck it all up out of me I'm proud of me, I don't know how to be sorry, apologies You fuckin' with my math, you better know some trigonometry 'Cause I'ma be bustin', leave your lima bean at your mama feet I flip the economy like Dominique Dawes They say I'm trippin', I guess they wishin' I finally fall I don't need war, I need a bitch that know I'ma need yours I'ma need more, niggas is shifty like Honda Accords Fire alarm, ain't got no ceilings, we climbin' the walls Higher than yours, I fuck your bitch and she die in my arms Lion has roared, No Ceilings 3 with my mind on the fourth Holla at your boy

Yeah bitch yeah bitch yeah bitch Hahahahaha I ain't Wizzy though fuck dat We back in this motherfucker We never left though 100 Never packed nigga We don't know how to exit Never left nigga Had to get strapped nigga About to blow nigga Ya Ya Ya Zooming across the globe All of my niggas smoke Tired of living broke Just want me a boat Living it day by day cus no we know no other way Rollin that "Purple Di Purp" for all my niggas R.I.P I say T.G.I.F. like everyday Got a find a fucking way Before I die, I ride, I pray to G.O.D. my soul to take Everywhere you go, all about the cash, Livin fast, chiefing hella purple gas So we stacked a couple bags, back to back Me & my youngin stay cooking in the trap Chopping in the lab, fixing up a snack Letting all you bitch niggas know That we back, never packed nigga Never left nigga, Had to get strapped nigga About to blow nigga, Out my way nigga! Yah Yah Yah Rest in peace to my young nigga Joey, You already know what time it is, BK stand up! JuneBug hold down the street, Beezo, A-Dawg, we coming strong. Keep your head up! *Moroccan Darija* Eat up the beat Eat it like Reeses (These Nuts!) Damn these niggas is magnetic, they pulling yo wifey Better don't come around when my shit my blow up When it all falls down, them cracks show up (Aye what about ya ex nigga?) Nigga I don't reheat my leftovers Heard baby slobbing knobs in that Range Rover Claiming that she changed a lot, she don't sleep over See I don't want to ruin your vision but thats a turnover Had to cross a bih over, now her ass getting older huh?! Hit a couple bags Back to back Me and the big dawg fucking up the set Can't enjoy a nap these days I don't lack P99 always sleeping on my lap Different times, nigga Ay don't get shot, nigga You really better get the fuck out off my face or step aside nigga And go back to your spot! Fuck niga Hehe