Chuck Strangers - Selector freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Meech] Huh huh Whats the word He go first I go second he third Whats the word Whats the word Zombie gang in this b**h you heard He go first I go second he go third Whats the word whats the word ...... [Verse 1: Juice] Overload I'm over bump Time to get this paper huh Fetti mozzarelli , Modern day Fonzerelli Or DMX in belly I'm still smooth though Rick rude ho never played the food row Psychedelic renegade higher than the other day Free your mind or get trapped in yesterday Eyes low huh so tell me what you wanna do OG puffer but n***a I will not lose I tok a lot I smoke a lot Where is the flacka Word up to big poppa You craig mack floppas I smoke him like a rasta New york diesel Get proper I'm cliche but this is my forte We stay strapped and I'm packing like green bay I'm a giant, Andre, rap goliath I'm a monster no kanye required [Verse 2: Meech] Ready to die, I'm track 17 I'm suicidal Ran out of dutches so we used paper out the bible Smoking exotic piff with an exotic b**h Eyes low chronic spliff p**y wet Watch it drip The high life im living It ain't sinning if you winning Everyday it's sour blunts Scaliness women true talk I spit the art Hunting money is my favorite sport I walk the walk and p**y is something I never bought I need a bad b**h with Really good features Cause we too high up you never ever reach us Nose bleed s** I f** her in the bleachers I know you like them chink Eyes thick thighs Shirley Temple weave hair look like curly fries Who needs a gimmick, I got real n***a features Who needs a diamond ring when theres crystals on the reefer b**h ! [Verse 3: Eric Arc Elliot] The little leech Bleeding all in the sheets Mission complete hit it once in a week im so deep Creep on it n***a Sleep on it, I unleash carnage Told the weed to varnish My lungs at 21, still a buster Caramel or custard Creme brulee complexion Your the best I have ever seen, you were everything My jealously was embarra**ing That was 23 24 is another war I am sore from Awesome storefronts Sachs always Nordstrom Pardon all my boredom Come and lace my Jordan's Sure hun We can take you enjoyed sun Never seen it coming but She is blowing on my johnson Larks come Hash and weed inside the mason jar Hit my repenter Sour diesel out your bra Hit me with the text for the s** When I leave alone and I replie back All good just a week ago [Verse 4: Juice] We trippy f** a piss test What you know about that, hash oil potent oil Mix it up got my brain all stuck I'm trippy though if you ain't know When I'm on LSD, all the tongues Speaking tongues got her freaking out So what you know about this Vandy flipping we be the sh** 500 degrees in here, stay burning up weed, f** them C's Thats no release, we hot timen You little leaves smoking bush weed No comparing nothing the same Nothing compared to the blood in my veins