2k freestyle – lazy3x текст песни

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[intro: lazy3x]
chain, fake
yeah, yeah, uh
glocky, glocky
yeah, aye!
spaz, spaz (aye)

[verse 1: lazy3x]
i grip on a stick, b*tch i grip automatic
these n*ggas they fake, they faker than plastic
i stay with the tool just like a mechanic
you not gonna shoot n*gga, can it

i pull up and shoot, not shootin’ no candids
they bullets they rip ’em, he need a bandage
the hollows’ll tear through ’em like a fabric
n*gga stop all the cappin’, stop all the antics

in these n*ggas songs, they f*ck up my adlibs
pull up with the chrome and it can get tragic
i make him disappear like magic
the glock with the d*ck, it get p*rnographic

pull up with the poles, turn him holographic
pull up with the bеam and i’m wreakin’ havoc
you is a b*tch, you not a savage
and i got yo’ b*tch tied up in my attic
i put it in (?) likе she is (?)
better change yo’ plan, better change yo’ tactics
i pull up on block, then that n*gga panic
pull up with the glock, leave that n*gga tatted

but that n*gga go, better check his status
get hit with the pole, got that n*gga spazzin’
i f*ck up her back, i’m givin’ her spasms
i’m k!llin’ that n*gga, throw him in a casket

but close yo’ eyes before sh*t get graphic
pull up with the glizz, (?)
my money is small, my money elastic
leave him underwater, titanic
i poured me a four now i’m finna test it

get hit with the glock, change the demographic
that n*gga a snitch, n*gga stop rappin’
the bullets they kiss, uh, romantic
but i got the clips, boy stop the theatrics
the chopper get wild, the sh*t get jurrasic
pull up with the tool i shoot like a basket

pull up with the shot, leave him in a casket
my n*gga stay with it, my n*ggas aggressive
pull up on that n*gga if he not a (?)
not takin’ my chain cus i got a weapon
we can get lit, we can get festive
the glock with the d*ck, you get molested
this thing on my side just like a detective
the bullets abuse him, we get domestic
i bought me designer, boy this sh*t expensive
put him on t.v, uh, progressive
i look at your money, that sh*t not impressive
the glocky is on me, this sh*t is oppressive

this n*gga get popped like antidepressant
pull up with the d*ck, i’m sprayin’ propellant
chopper go ssssss, febreeze!
shawty a thot, she get on her knees
you don’t fit the l!ck, don’t fit the description
b*tch i’m in detroit, i ball like a piston
pull up on his house, don’t need no permission
i leave ’em wrapped up, egyptian

pull up with the beam and eat ’em like skittles
i send him home, early dismissal
and i get yo’ b*tch, get played like a fiddle
that n*gga want problems he get stumped like a riddle

these n*ggas they rats, stuart little
too cool for school, i stay in detention
you say that’s yo’ b*tch, why she in my mentions
turn him to a ghost, danny fenton (ha, ha)

[verse 2: lil darkie]
i’m king of this sh*t, yeah i do it with elegance
i’m the zone! i’m in my element
i’m with the spiders and all of ’em venomous
can’t give me brain if the b*tch unintelligent

hoes are r*t*rded, i guess i’ll be celibate
indian n*gga, i’m up on a elephant
why you be rapping if you so irrelevant?
wait till your genitals go through development

i hit his skeleton, turn it to gelatin
make his spirit fly up high like a pelican
f*ck a human being amount of melanin
doesn’t make a n*gga more*so malevolent

you know i tell ’em it, animal delegate!
stealing and burning and k!ll for the h*ll of it!
all of these rappers is funny, it evident
all of ’em f*cking withchu for the benefit

do i be f*cking with them, it’s a negative!
n*ggas be actin’ complacent on sedatives!
all of yo’ music is getting repetitive
like how i rap on this track but it’s better if

i just get credited, i ain’t invented it!
i just be gassing you all off adrenaline!
i’m so competitive!
everyone got they opinion, but all of it relative

i’m in the cut my n*ggas, bacteria!
always be honest with n*ggas that near to ya’!
n*ggas fall off always acting superior!
i’m in the gut of this sl*t, her interior!

wanna join us, you don’t meet the criteria
i got the rocket that popping in syria
i be so cold to these n*gga, siberia!
if i’m on the track, get up, n*gga i carry ya!

pull out yo’ spine, make a n*gga invertebrate!
i’m in the city, it got a high murder rate!
p*ssy ass n*ggas be talking, they sure to hate!
should i abort this lil n*gga, that’s her debate!

pull up i dump out a, “wait, running man running man”!
someone better get a weight, put a gram on a pan!
b*tch you on the front of gate, jump it then, jump it then!
f*ck it get a cutter mate, gta on demand

vroom, vroom!
might hotwire the whip and i zoom, zoom!
these n*ggas be sh*ttin’ like boom, boom!
i’m winnin’ i’m grinnin’ a loon toon!

that n*gga want smoke but ain’t put in
they b*tthole, i’m puttin’ my foot in
get out of yo’ feelings, you could win
but you way too cold to be cool then!

i put my d*ck in her mouth and she suck it up!
i’m on yo’ block and i’m barkin’ like “what is up”!
i will not f*ck a hoe unless her b*tt is up!
n*gga be sucking toes, man what the f*ck is up wit’ em!
my gun on my denim, i send him to heaven!
i get ’em outside of the 7*eleven!
he want it i bring ’em, a spider i sting ’em!
the poison is in ’em, i’m done on the rhythm!

- lazy3x текст песни