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Flagrant Foul Freestyle
ZyThaProphet
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Hittin' the curb
Fuckin' the rim up
You want a verse, my price just went up
You want a verse, my price just went up
You want a verse, my price just went up
You want a verse, my price
Hittin' the curb
Fuckin' the rim up
You want a verse, my price just went up
Bitch just called she tryna get bent up
Next nigga walk down finna get sent up
Meet they maker
Sliding a 6.4 with a shaker
You want to race me, put up a wager
Get out the kool-aid, you don't know the flavor
Fat ass Glock with no laser
I want a big ass house with no neighbors
I don't like rock, scissors, I throw paper
Diamonds hit just like Joe Frazier
Designer shit up on my collar
I told shorty I'm tryna holler
Got her number, but I won't call her
Sadly all I talk is dollars
1995 Impalla
Got my pistol, I'm not brawler
I'm the goat, I'm toting a llama
Diamonds bite like piranhas
(You Know!)
Posted up at the store
I aint even know this was your hoe
Where the weed, I'm tryna smoke
One thing about bro, he on go
Go go go go
(Go!)
My chain dancin' like its on the dance floor
Chain blaow, wrist blaow
Ears blaow, bitch blaow
Teeth blaow
Think I need a paper towel
Feel like Draymond
Shit can get real flagrant foul
I do this shit, don't ask me how
This stupid bitch talking about some ice me out
Racks on me how you like me now
Take notes you should be writing this down
I gotta say swiper no swiping theses niggas gon' swipe the sound
Smack ATM wipe it down
Hit the other side of town
Smack that ATM wipe it down
When the money counter do that beep
Yea that's my favorite sound
I'm leaving but I'm gon' be around
I'm high but I'm on the ground
I'ma leave your bitch just like I found her
And my chain aquatic, I took this bitch up off a flounder
I'm in the paint like a rebounder
Snuck the pistol passed the bouncer
Aye Connie, this bitch a bouncer
I fuck with this shit, this shit crankin'
Press record I get to blanking
Kill the beat I leave it stankin'
Hittin' the curb
Fuckin' the rim up
You want a verse, my price just went up
Bitch just called she tryna get bent up
Next nigga walk down finna get sent up
Meet they maker
Sliding a 6.4 with a shaker
You want to race me, put up a wager
Get out the kool-aid, you don't know the flavor