A$AP Rocky - RapFix Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa] The first one was a fluke, anyone can get beginner's luck Rookie think he too hot cause he drop bars about some Harry Potter books And said some stuff about a semi truck In them same cannabis print boxers, boy that sh** HUF Yeah, I heard of Vic, he sound like so and so and such and such He ain't original, he ain't digital, he ain't the INNANET Them Odd Future kids been had made that sh** up We ain't Savemoney, we si -- aight, aight enough Multiply my numericals uncomparable My tarots straight even in the slumps They trying to beat me to the jump Be like I'm skydiving without a parachute You might drop first, but I'mma hit harder than ten of you Eight out of nine of my dimes got smoker tendencies I'm betting 35 like I'm from Oklahoma, Tennessee Tentative court date pending, they trying to sentence me Send 'em and in-voice, out of state, lawyer handle my plea You petty boys, don't address me or catch a Gettysburg Blood on the leaves, bodies fall like autumn All my fits off-season like Halloween and February Word on the land is that I'm getting air play everywhere I hit the ground running in '93, I should probably die when I'm 27 Heath Ledger lines to keep the work on the plane Like I'm staff Plus I be flying free Fresh outta jail, fire up the tree, in my bond receipt Shout-out to the port huron police, keep my piss clean Smoke strong like creatine, cranapple juice to clear the trace Clear papers when I'm writing, I be seeing green Cut my negatives like a filmmaker switch screen, split screen I Refrain from the sh** they repeat Ducking detectives trying to make the quota See that 44 clap like the nolia in the streets n***as chances be slim gotta stay a soldier Boy, it's been one hell of year, ain't it? I left the band, became a man, my brother Purp just had a daughter Some of my other fam damn near famous I'm still in the hood, same whip, same crib Same homies where I used to serve OZs through the fence Mask and a blade, you better hope d'Artagnan come to your defense Fence in the field, I'mma hop it Cops come I'm hurling the sack and changing the topic Talk that mess, make me mop it Buckshot, lunar eclipse split the black moon I'm in-- [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Kufies ain't goofies I had two chicks with two G's, gave 'em rufies And then you know they gave me some loose-leaf, paper I said I'd do your favors to you later Darth Vader shader, see you like the razor I don't give a f** about clans or the Raiders n***as know me and I came with the braids up I don't give a --- Is that a curse, I can curse? (No, no, what's wrong with that? Keep going) Because I freestyle in person I gave you penis, I mean phoenix You already know my sh** the meanest You could say penis on TV because it ain't a curse It's worse, leave them in a hearse n***as wearing skirts, talking about us do dirt You don't want Nerf They don't want it because they shooting but they bullets made of Nerf And you know I come through riding [?] and surfing --- Lamborghini --- Let me hear something, Bun, what you gotta say? [Verse 3: Bun B] It's all good, I'm representing UGK We them dudes that mama told you about I'm like Red from Five Heartbeats, open the window and hold you out And this is freestyle, it didn't come written So it's all good, we real emcees that's spittin' On the turntables we got DJ Red Alert He keep it mixing, I spit the the rhymes that make your head hurt I make the world shake, I make the ground quake Everything I do is groundbreaking, it's ground break Type flow, boys already know Bun B repping UGK for life out the do' This is PAT freestyle spittin' Already said spittin' and written, no bullsh**ting, I'm here And I'm k**ing it, keeping it trill Boys already know they'll never touch me for real So do your thing, but don't try to do me That's it, just don't do me [Verse 4: Glam] The chew was mucus, I spit it up Trying to be infamous, while you rappers is jicama Many come try and get them some synonyms, what I'm spitting The open casket if you asking, I dided them So everybody crowd around, everybody be the sh** but homie I'm the foulest bowel See my vowels be pure like Al B. Sure's brows mane Just trying to get a couple O's in the account mane For now I count change And eight times out of nine rappers be 'bout rain Or the claim Or other dudes' chicks and how big his -- is I'm flyer than a pilot let me show you how to pitch this Never s** it up and dumb it down Insane flow, I'm Usain Bolt I run this now what? Glam [Verse 5: Vic Mensa] What time is it? What time clock looking like? Rappers smoke crack, they need to go and cook a pipe First the Fat Boys break up then Sway cut his dreads off Then Vic Mensa came and cut they heads off You hard, but your bread soft You talking crazy, that's why the [?] get you layed off Your legs off, chop them like a Mexican The cartel come through every time that I'm flexing it You know they disrespecting him When I'm riding through and the gla** is reflecting them I see them phony, they trying to play me like we homies They wrap me up that's why I come back around with the homies And stomp them out Come back home when I used to go from rags to rag and bone On my feet, what you feeling? How you know? Me and Rocky in this b**h k**ing Still trilling [Verse 6: A$AP Rocky] And I'm trilling with the n***a Bun We can't curse? (Do what you gotta do, man) And I'm with my homie Bun Top gun, you know we number one But hold up, let me get to the flashin' fashion You already know it's some casual cra**in' I got the new Dior's And I don't give a f**, got three floors And like three broads and like three cars And they all hoopties And she got fake bags and they all Gucci's And I like the strip clubs cause they all hoochies You know I give them dollars, they love loosies Everybody know the Prada, Prada Gotta holla, holla at a dollar, holla at your guala Holla tomata, hottie tomaties And you know hot Tamale's You see me in the allies f**ing popping Molly's I ain't 'bout it though And you know I got the boutta boutta boutta flow I come around like where's Waldo? Tell her I need the motherf**ing model [?] love shoes with the [?] And my breath stank, I need a Alto You already come through--