Ludwig Göransson - Freaks & Geeks (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Yo, I gotta be frank with y'all All these other rappers f**ing s** Okay, leggo [Verse 1] She told me that I spit it unlike anything she's ever heard She always keep my music with her like her favorite leather purse When it comes to p**y, Imma make that kitty wet her fur But never make commitment, choose this music sh** instead of her If you are a rapper, please, step your freaking game up Cool kids in the building kicking out you lame f**s Still pitching heat, so why would I ever change up? Flyer than ten pigeons, six kites, and eight ducks n***a, wake up, I'm clever, you don't say much Ain't talking 'bout her crying when I say these b**hes framed us Get the picture? I figured that you didn't Lyrics over your head toupées and fighter missiles Shining like diamond crystals, busting like ninety pistols My lyrics foul but these referees couldn't find the whistle I change the motive to game and you couldn't buy a stencil I don't even smoke a lot but still I got a higher mental Designer tennis shoes with snaps in every freaking color When it comes to fashion, y'all can't see me just like Stevie Wonder Executive director, call me Mister Billy Hunter Balling in this b**h just like the Oklahoma City Thunder I tend to wonder, how the f** I still ain't blow up But everywhere I go I see some fans already know us They be like, "You're cold as f**, and your live shows are nuts" But my family keep telling me I need to grow up Like, "Get a job Zach, I think it's time to give it up" My stepmama be tripping, I'm like, "b**h, I'm tryna live it up" Looking at these pages full of lyrics that I've written up Next to science notes that I'm taking out and ripping up I don't even give a f** 'bout subjects of these colleges Macroeconomics, physics, politics, and calculus My mama make too much money for me to get a scholarship But I ain't lived in home for years, I guess they don't acknowledge it sh**, I'm getting off subject, back to rappers I swear that these n***as is weaker than my grandma's bladder Not to put her on blast or nothing, but the lady pisses her pants everytime that she is filled with laughter I'm on a different chapter, that's why they call me "Future" Influential like Gandhi, Malcom, and Martin Luther I'm still a sinning young n***a that's hit a lot of cougars Kinda wierd though like smoking some of that karma hookah I'm not exclusive, see my music is everywhere When it comes to P-Rods, I don't skate but I got every pair If we talking 'bout the hood let's not because I'm never there But you can call me bone crusher, cause I'm never scared You better get prepaired, cause this the takeover Watch the throne, I'm chilling like Kanye and Hova Out of this world flow, I'm spitting supernova Watch your head or I'll Call of Duty your stupid soldier So whatchu-whatchu-whatchu know about a headshot? Rappers like my kids and I've had them all outta wedlock Call me Mister Flintstone, I can make her bed rock In this b**h, getting more head than a dreadlock Chilling with my n-words, say it like a white kid Watch yourself, do the right thing Spike did Superhero n***a, I don't need no f**ing sidekick Gambino is a beast but he ain't k**ing sh** like I did [Outro] I tried to tell y'all n***as, I do this sh**, for real, and when I, when I say that y'all n***as s** like, that's how the f** I feel, y'all not f**ing with me, not at all, none of y'all, when I say none of y'all I mean none of y'all, not-not-not-not a one of y'all, over and out, duces, WTF Gang