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Freestyle - What We Do
Play‐N‐Skillz
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I'm flipping switches on the boards like flipping off the dinosaurs
It's either the beef or back to old hoes, uh
I'm so cold from throwbacks to bankrolls
Whoa, whoa
And I'm rolling city-city with a chick that's real pretty
With a system that bump-bump like B2K and Diddy, uh
I keep the ghetto with models in stilettos
The fellow cops is hating 'cause
Uh, you not a dealer, mayne
A killer, killer, mayne
You like an album cut, you just a filler, mayne
You not a dealer, mayne
A killer, killer, mayne
You like an album cut, you just a filler, mayne
A dealer, dealer, mayne
A killer, killer, mayne
You like an album cut, you just a filler, mayne
And they breaking they necks, I know they hurting, man
I killed 'em in Jackson with rims like Wheel of Fortune
I-I got a buddy named Beretta that whenever I tell her
She'll blast through the hole with a perfect aim of Roc-A-Fella
And we sip on lean and smoke on dro
Throwback hitter with my fucking real ho
I still gotta do it for my mother
Doing shows for my brother, can't trust no other
I still gotta do it for my mother
Doing shows for my brother, can't trust no other
Still, still gotta do it mother, mother
Doing shows for brother, brother, can't trust no other, uh
Flipping bricks, was it me? It doesn't matter
Not afraid of heights, watch me climb any ladder
Feed 'em, feed 'em my lines 'til my rhymes get fatter
Tell Flip to bring the bitch and No Skillz'll get at her
Still keep it dirty like a shoot with David Banner
Throwbacks, no slacks, keep the head in bandanas
Whoever said playing Skillz wasn't cutter
But the gutter underground won't pay my mother, uh
I'm still moving, don't get left in traffic
When my fingers get tired, I might settle a classic
Hit you unexpected like Osama Bin Laden
Better call 911, y'all must've forgotten
This shit was rotten and it's still not stopping
The process, bitch, not after dropping
Got the gold feet from here to Wisconsin
Running tracks through faster than Michael Johnson
I wrote, I wrote this, I thought I'ma light
My ice gets more attention than the Winter Olympics
I'm not gon' vanish in a race like Spanish
And I'm not gon' finish 'til I'm happy on the planet
You need to understand it, don't take shit for granted
Now cats look at me like a UFO that's landing
What the fuck? I know Skillz ain't rapping
On a track with Flip, it so happens he's platinum
Don't confuse what we say when we play
And Skillz don't rap or ride tracks like three ways
Believe me, believe me please
You like Skillz
In the '97
Fabulous
Mixtape shit