JPEGMAFIA x Freaky - Urb lyrics

[Intro: JPEGMAFIA] One two, one two, uh One two, one two, uh One two, one two p**y p**y boy One two, one two, uh One two, one two, uh One two, one two, uh [Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA] Nasty with this wrist, I got no competition Great at talking sh** like I'm politician Nationwide ain't on your side I'm unforgiving I make 'em pay for all these hits like they ain't got collision (GET OVER HERE) Sniper wolf I hit these copy's with precision Peter bucking n***as 'til they find this new religion I'm that black man that made daughter hate tradition She bought me magnums then I tag her with some new positions I got no head on me n***as ain't ain't ahead of me Hit your wifey doggystyle My special move the pedigree I'm Stone Cold with this recipe I cook these n***as breakfast, B Llama like spit like Tempa T How dare these n***as step to me f** them cause they not my team Hella dollars no receipts All that cake up on her face Like damn maybe its Mayballine All this talk about my race I brush that sh** off gracefully Short stroking n***as from the burbs got so much hate for me (FINISH HIM) First you was a rapper then you was trapper Then you was punk kid I guess you just an actor n***as getting mixed up in some sh** they never mastered I don't give a f** Mo or your gramma Scrapers tryna buck They getting dragged by they antlers I ain't talking labor When I say I got the hammer (reversed) saying that he's knows me Not true The papers said I can't hit (bleep) n***a, not you n***as want war but filing orders for peace (beep) I'm running with the squad While you run to police (beep) Acting out on Twitter just gon' get you deceased (beep) While I smoke your daddy's ashes Out my Fasfa receipts (n***a) [Verse 2: Freaky] On the mic Make you think twice On stage you think it's a magic mic Way I take layers off I'm from where the moon and water came from Build relations to the sun Wake up smell the concrete when the rains done Hungry but I need Ganja before bacon Give my girl that brown sugar I'm Sanaa Lathan (FINISH HIM) I got sh** say, Nathan Just know that style is ancient Wise men told me Never get your hopes up for Pitchfork I make sure to scratch and sniff my a** around rich folk Separate the white from the egg yolk Kush and orange juice over French toast Been a goat 10 4 Down the rabbit hole with Draino If you ain't know On the mic most you no Bueno I been spittin' pukin' on myself since a day one Chewing on my favorite color crayon Free Desean "PREPARE TO DIE"