Phonky Freestyle
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I got it
You got it
I got it
I got it
I got it
I got it
I got it
Uh
Sometimes I be forgetting knowing how to flow
Lately they been breaking the street code
But where I grew up that's not how it go
My little brother called me the other day
Asking can he take money off of my credit card
To go buy weed and he don't even know how to roll
The way I'm rapping right now
I feel like I sound slow
That's cool though
I'm cool yo
All my other sons got a cool flow
Ya right hand been a NARC
How you think he know everybody business
Now let that sink in be quiet
Fuck it bro I'm too paranoid to tuck it
We gone do this or not
And I'm lactose
And I took my lactaid pills
Cause I do shit a lot
Get a check take it to the bank
And I slide through a whole other block
Like who hurting me
Cause sometimes I walk around
I'm armed cause I know
The ops scared to murder me
What else
It's another day another episode
Let the weed roll
No sticks, stems, or seeds bro
Gotta sip it slow
Cause I'm trying to be low key
Hoe got nothing to see
Oh me oh my
Fuck around and get
Hit in the eye
Cause this Glock got a beam
And my aim kinda mean
Take out your team
That's a forfeit
You hang with the flame
That's a torch bitch
I'm scorching hot
Run the block
Been on 2 Pac
Stay away my mood shot
I'm nice you not
Wipe your nose
I'm sick
Flu shot
Bad girl and I'm making her boobs knock
Pull her hair by the roots
I'm a rude boy
Yeah that's a buckshot
The Mic
Back on the mic again
How The Mic use the mic
Without the mic actually being plugged in
That's cause I stay turned on
And for a minute
This your girl favorite song
And don't ever let our business hit the socials
Man call my phone (for real)
Homie
I ain't the type of nigga
That be sneak dissing on the internet
I ain't into that
I'd rather show action
Than hit that chitter chat
Cause we can he the streets
And let it go
I keep a pistol you already know
I talk too much about the streets
Sorry that I'm from the O
And I'm from the BUF
Where they down to rough
Got it up the mud
Yeah I'm a mutt
Dog ass nigga if you not
You a bitch or you a pup
Try to fuck the game
And label me a slut
If the labels call
Tell them run it up
Running with the shit
Make them eat my dust
Need to do more
I ain't do enough
Wanna flex more
I ain't said enough
I'm their dad bitch
Yeah I'm sonning them
Rap game Rick James
Yeah motherfucker I'm the only one of them
I'm too smooth
You can't front on them
Pull up to the function
To gun on them
Paranoid run up
And I'm dumping them
They very mad
I'm the one slumping them
I'm lit in this bitch going dum dum dum (uh)
I'm lit in this bitch going dum dum dum
She told me my swag is the cleanest
She know my fit is the meanest
I'm making the sick
The Kleenex
I'm super fresh
This the remix
I'm super fresh
This the remix
Get a Kleenex
Making them sick
These niggas mad
Cause I'm
Hold up
They ain't want Cole and Nazzy
To get on this song together
We gone fuck the city up
What else
Woohoo
Aight