2K FREESTYLE lyrics

[Intro: Lazarus!]
2DIRTYY
Chain, fake
Yeah, yeah, uh
Glocky, glocky
Yeah, ayy
Spaz, spaz (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Lazarus!]
I grip on the 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 gon' 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 will tear through 'em like a fabric
Boy stop all the cap, boy 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 di*k, it get pornographic
Pull up with the poles, turn him holographic
Pull up with the beam and I'm wrеakin' 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 rare likе she is hispanic
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 killin' that n*gga, throw him in a casket
But close yo' eyes before sh*t get graphic
Pull up with the glizz, split him like a atom
My money is small, my money elastic
I leave him underwater, Titanic
I poured me a four now I'm finna test it
Full clip, shoot a panoramic
Get hit with the Glock, change the demographic
That n*gga a snitch, n*gga stop rappin'
The bullets they kiss, uh, romantic
b*tch I got the clips, boy stop the theatrics
The chopper get wild, but 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 attentive
Not takin' my chain 'cause I got a weapon
We can get lit, we can get festive
The Glock with the di*k, 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 di*k, I'm sprayin' propellant
Chopper go sss, Febreeze
Shawty a thot, she get on her knees
You don't fit the lick, 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 solved 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 Phantom (Ha, ha)
[Interlude: Lazarus!]
Glocky
2DIRTYY

[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 retarded, I guess I'll be celibate
Indian n*gga, I'm up on a elephant
Why you be rapping if you so irrelevant?
Wait 'til 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 kill for the hell of it
All of these rappers is funny, it evident
All of 'em f*cking witchu 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 the 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 with 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*ggas, 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
pus*y ass n*ggas be talking, they sure to hate
Should I abort this lil' n*gga, that's her debate
Uhhh
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 butthole, I'm puttin' my foot in
Get out of yo' feelings, you could win
But you way too cold to be cool then
Ahh
I put my di*k in her mouth and she suck it up
I'm on your block and I'm barkin' like, "What is up"
I will not f*ck a ho unless her butt 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
[Outro: Lil Darkie]
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