Future - Smacked Silly (Rack City Freestyle) lyrics

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Future - Smacked Silly (Rack City Freestyle) lyrics

Rack rack city b**h.... Get get smacked silly b**h I'mma give ya'll 50 bars on this one.....Ready? So what they tryna hate for They know I'm gettin' paid more And when I'm in the club, everything I drink is paid for? You left the picture and missed everything u stayed for The game gettin' tough but this the sh** that I was made for So act up, best believe you gettin' smacked up Pedal to metal I ain't lettin' n***as catch up And we could match up homie we gonn smoke too Cause it's our time and we gonn shine like we supposed too I told you, I'm the illest with this mic sh** Spit it off the top, I'ont even gotta write sh** My tight sh** sounds the best when I be dumb high Cause I get Harvard brain and I'm far from an alumni You dumb guys, I do rap and soccer sh** You don't see me glow? I'm bout to blow like a rocket ship U talkin' sh** I think its best that u dip and hide Cause when I start to flow it be wet like a slip n slide I'm gettin high u can tell my eyes is bloodshot Take a lotta pictures but I stay away from mugshots I do my thing boy I always do my sh** well Rest in peace to em but I'm bout to smoke a Big L Brain twisted, soul being lifted You should hand over the mic like Taylor Swift did See what the piff did, feel like I'mma die slow Hit it and a n***a spit fire like I'm Spy-ro My eyes low, compliments cause I rhyme well I'm runnin' in your crib like I'm Kramer off of Seinfeld You sleepin' boo? I slide thru, like PeekaBoo You frozen in shock now ya nickname is Pikachu Jeez - I swear I'll try and take it easy A n***a need a wife but need some b**hes who are sleazy For when I'm feelin' low, they know exactly how to please me To all my n***as listenin' I know ya f**in' sees me Yeaa Cause I got b**hes on the side That'll hop on the dick, if I feel like gettin' sidetracked They ride that til I nut and then I pa** out Then I give em food and and cab and kick they a** out... That's how a player do And I'mma player who Loves gettin' brain so shout outs to all my players too And they say hate the game not the player boo But b**hes doin' circles like muhf**in dreidel do And I'll shake up the whole damn place My punchlines'll punch lines in ya whole damn face I smoke weed and sip goose til I start to get loose Fake n***as gimme dap, I leave em hanging no noose, damn You can't battle? well I'll k** him myself A registered s** offender how I'm feelin' myself You feelin' the wealth, well I got paper in sight A lotta n***as can't stand how I'm rapin the mic But all this herb got me lookin' like a china man Everybody know I rap so I rhyme when I can Try and name somebody with as many lines as ya man Time is money guess I gotta lot of time on my hands And I got paper in my pockets I'm just achin' to burn N you could shine when its ya time but keep waitin' ya turn Cause its mine n I'mma grind til this paper I earn And ion preach but ill teach til they blatantly learn Understand I'mma boss, I could never take an off day Cause I'mma be a star who got bucks, no latte s Papi what the ladies love to call me Cause they love when I get it up like wall street I'm good lookin', rhyme tight, and I flow nuts Krispy Kreme workers even sayin' that my dough nuts I go nuts boy....