Pryde - Iced Coffee Freestyle lyrics

[Hook] You don't start nothin' There won't be nothin' (4x) You don't start no sh** There won't be no sh** (4x) [D-Pryde] Real flowing through my real veins Talking to a chick that doesn't even know my real name k** the beat, got you knowing that my sk**'s Cain Cause I'm able to, have you know that this Asian dude Is 'bout his business Roll up to your grocery store with 'bout a thousand b**hes If you're praying for my downfall, I'm sacrilegious Beat your mouth with an orange and stick an apple in it Through the town I live in, I be Black hoodied up, not even trying to make a robbery Make fun of my fans but your buzz is big as a poppy seed Too many undergrounders think that they could be on top of me My rap sk**s missionary, f** you and the b**h you marry Beating down on every single fan you own- Some of my fans grew up, they too cool, they too grown Some of these rappers quit, I came through spittin' too strong Laughing at your funeral, kicking down your tombstones Spittin' simple baby, you get the punch I do your girl like the McDonalds logo, two yellow humps Then I'm bussin' off quick and it's on to the next one Every verse I write feels like my best one I hope you rappers play Russian Roulette with like, the best gun Every time you spit is like you're tryna do a test run Beatin on a haters head just like some drums and quest love Baby who's the next uuuuuuuuuuuup It's muhhhhfuggin Me!.. Hell yeah I'm spittin' like I used to do it Tim Allen your marriage, I'll give your "Home Improvement" Brampton boy, yeah I'm sick, and you know it babe Their mixtape bests sound like my mixtape throwaways On my Soundcloud I'm DMX with my bark, and you're just a bow-wow No diss to Bow Wow Squad up b**h, pow-wow Even my throwback tracks got the now sound [Hook]