2024 Freestyle lyrics
by Tyler, The Creator
[Intro]
Only spit that real n*gga sh*t
[Verse 1]
I got a big ass gun
If a n*gga got a problem, make him run (Yeah)
n*gga, hit him in the head, now he dumb (Yeah, n*gga)
Then I hit him in the meat, now he c*m
I don't need–
[Interlude]
What are we talking about?
My bad, I was tryna go hard
My bad, I'll go harder
Rap sh*t only
Real hood n*gga sh*t
[Verse 2]
Hit 'em with he clang
Click-clack, bang-bang
If my n*gga here, he getting gangbanged
On cri–
[Interlude]
No, I was talking that gangster sh*t
No, I was–, my bad, my bad
[Verse 3]
Yuh, I got a choppa on me, I got a choppa on me (Uh-huh)
I'm tryna clean in my mouth, he got a mop on him
Then he put it all on my lips, then I go crazy and dip
Like Christina Millian hips, and all of my n*gga is thick
And all of my n*gga, they takin' off my clothes and they make me strip
And all of my n*gga, they give me blue balls so I tell them n*gga they crip
And all of my n*gga be tell–
[Outro]
Aye bro, you know what I said to do?
Call Ray J, I got one wish (Uh-huh)
Yuh, yuh, yuh