30 Roc - Nasty Freestyle (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by 30 Roc] [Intro] Shout-outs to T-Wayne, man I had to hop on this one [Verse] First, let me hop out the motherfukin' Porsche Got the drop top down with them suicide doors Catch me posted in the cut with that cotton, no bandage Stackin' on these squares like a game of f**in' Tetris I'm the MVP like my name Stephen Curry Man, they tryna act foul, caught a technical, no worries All I need is one shot, TEC's will bloody up ya j**elry I ain't playin' no games, f** you take me for, Atari? Got a bad b**h with me, man, she ridin' in the pa**y Tryna see her s** seed then she gotta hail a cabbie Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a dog, alpha male, call me Cujo Foamin' out the mouth, best go and grab yo pistol Stylin' on these hoes, I can tell why they mad Y'all ain't f**in' with these J's like your last name Dash f**, f** bein' Meek, my smoke louder than a motherf**er And I mess with Nicki, cop some loosies, bring a couple of 'em Lean in my cup, whip in circles like a turnstile Bottom to the top, lovin' how the tables turned now Catch me livin' regal like my name's Neels Visser Give ya shorty back shots and know I won't miss her Got a lotta homies that move weight from they porch Man, we standin' on that green like we in PGA tours Master champ' with this sh**, Jordan Spieth with the nine, yo Watch ya self around here like a clock on the wrist, ho Coachella pockets, boy, the kid got bands I remember bein' broke and havin' nothin' to my name Now I'm hoppin' out of planes from NY to LA Tryna be a f**in' legend, Jerry West or Kanye Man, wake the hell up if you sleepin' on me Got these rappers all tight like T-Wayne's black tee Man, they been ga**ed up, they let they fans mislead Catch me airin' 'em out like I'm Tom Brady Young n***a got it, man, I'm all about my paper If she want it, give her wood, son, like I'm Charles from the Raiders Man, I'll free the safety, know dudes who shoot and ask later Any day could meet your maker, every mornin' makin' prayers like [Outro] Yeah, yeah Amen, amen, amen Makin' prayers like... Kold