J.I.D - Oochie Wally Freestyle lyrics

[Verse] Woopty wop, whatever Slay I'm really feeling like Lane Kiffen In your lane switchin' Flick on the lights, your dame missing Iraq, my aim dipping Sex, giving texts, I'm reffin' you f**in' peasant I'm present, you f**in' reffin' Wait, I'm not a present, my presence is not a gift More like a gust of wind or a whiff of sh** But I'm clean and I clean the murder scene with a 'Wiffer b**h Then go and get your b**h on some Stiffler sh** Stiffer dick than your mans She hate short n***as so she judge me by the height of my pants 'Fore we f**, flick the light in advance I don't wanna be surprised in the morning if you frightening 'cause baby girl Look, I'm ordered by the lord's steps My cologne's like the lord's breath The drum on that tommy gun like a constant qu-qu-quartet Young n***as get mad and you can get your door wet You can get the whole set Think about Africa when I see them stores that be buying gold back Think about slappin' you, actin' like you own capital Put the whole world on my back, crackin' my clavicles But it don't really matter I'm coming back from sabbaticals Got my nine co*ked, Simba standing on pride rock Poppin' a couple shots at the eye of a cyclops We don't fight box, put that boy in a pine box Just call it a time stopper Fox 5 choppers in the sky With the chopper, so don't try to play the guy If you tryna say goodbye C'est la vie, au revoir Hasta la, vista and nice to meet ya That P-90 turn a punk into a pasta pizza Slice a piece up, get your t-shirt Your "R.I.P." shirts Your "should've never tried J.I.D" shirts The only reason we hurt people, 'cause n***a we hurt Look at J.I.D, subject leapin', I'm not a lemur In a Beamer, Willie [?] Crack your head like a pecan, or pecan East side n***a from Bouldercrest to Redan Staying in my G stance Sticking to the P-lan, n***a we ain't peelin' Sitting on my hands, having the world at my feet One foot in your a** while the other straddles the street Saddle my steed like it's 1873 But I got a weapon with me and I'm ready to eat Metal to meet to settle the beef You got a vendetta with me? n***as get dragged like Edelman in a cover three I'm on your b**h a**, Baretta hit him, he fell asleep You such a sick a**, I did it n***a, you tellin' me Intellegently though So for the bills he might Belichick you bro We in the field if I recollect correct, with hella debt and neck to neck Better yet, get a TEC for disrespect Ready set go, steady and slow, let it explode Eyes on the road, they looking for n***as like me and you Scared of the future, scared of what we can I jumped off the stoop before two sh** I jumped off the roof with those dudes Mama asked if they did it what is you gon' do? Drop with a parachute Gotta get the guap, keep the pots full of kallalou I'm gon' shine, but what's lights to a caribou Got my nine while you n***as been backstabbing you I'ma skedaddle, watch your life crackle You a trip on the gravel, I done added up every atom in the [?] of compatibles Manifested an antidote and a flow that can catapult me out of Atlanta Pour a four in my Fanta Please excuse my manners, crack a smile for the cameras Tie my bandana up, swag my stance a lil Sag my pants a lil Just took a trip to my city, it's a landfill Not even on camera, you can get hit with the handheld Dropped at a standstill, left that man ill