Freak City
The fat rap captain
Prime time with the strap
With way more than two things that match in my cabinet
What's that
Who said they bout rappin' this live shit
Its I and Mike and that's really bout it
No shit Sherlock its on clocks with the hands
Naw dog this is ours need watch where you stand
We see you tryna do what we do for' we can
Yo its cool doe
We be like twenty steps ahead man
Ohve Sorbe Yolk
More face for the days where its cold outside for no reason
Its a hole in the Ozone layer
Zips a jacket rare factory's everywhere like its in season
Its nothing that compares to them infrared pairs
I coped three boxes in there while I was shopping
Those gold mines scheming out the microwave partner
Boppin' often out of contract mobbin'
I'm flyin' downtown
Time to get me a whip wash
Sherm outside picking nuggets out the zip lock
In your girl's crib I don't know how to pick locks
You fuckin' with the tiptop baby
And its boomin'
Bouncin' and the trap goin' ham
I'm a Mayweather jab you a slap on the hand
Beach ass nigga
Bag full of sand
Now dust yourself off for' I slap you again
I win
Ends
SL500 Benz
Big fan of the Cardier lense
Pickin' up the leaders of the pack when you meet us
You attract bum hoes we attract them keepers
Keith sprinkled on that blunt like paprika
Blame it on the reefer
The league like Fifa
We runnin' through that grass charge it to the visa
ATM credits on the phone with them people