Young Gordo - Yuck (Intro Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Gordo] This the start of my CD yo I'm just stunting on these hoes Rhymes so cold that I'ma f** around and freeze hoes Your girl want the D though I ain't talking vitamins Dick so good she gon' cum, and invite her friends These n***as bullsh**ting, I ain't got no time to spend Hoes catching feelings, I'm feeling like I popped a Vicodin Oh sh**, bring it back I'm going in on this track If you still ain't feeling it, well n***a we can fix that Fans fiending for my dope lines, call them Charlie Sheen Cause the bars supreme Something like the Dream Team Home of the Purple Sprite, n***a that's that mean lean Never sipped though, stay true to the green team Always repping Celtics Hoes so hot they melt sh** Rappers can't see what I'm writing like the dyslexic Ooh, k** 'em Terrio I told y'all I was very cold And I'm so fly my middle name should be "aerial" Someone please call 9-1-1 Cause I done murdered everyone And I ain't even f**ing done Still got breath left in my lungs Make these rappers wonder why, they're even rapping for Ain't in the rap game but I'm knocking at the front door Biiitch (Yo, keep it running) [Verse 2: Young Gordo] It's Mr. Triple Double I ain't never been subtle And I'm reaching for the stars, you can call me space shuttle Always talking sh** and I ain't seen no rebu*tal I been told y'all I could rap, I must've st-stuttered Cause they flu-flustered It's big little brother, bu*terfly flutterer But he sting a bumble bee better, biitch Long drive hitter, never been a put-putter Hold up, hold up What about a caddie? b**h I carry my own load Cause I'm used to riding solo n***as out here posing like they taking f**ing photos Talkin' bout more hoes Than the ol' Saint Nicholas You might as well make a list Of all your favorite rappers Then watch it fade out quick while I'm k**ing all these ba*tards f**ing with Young Gordo, yo my n***a that's a safety hazard Homie you ain't know? Yo, with this pen I'm legendary And I got more bars than a f**ing penitentiary With your girl, I might've popped her cherry Beat the p**y up, like I was a canine But it still got eight lives I always tell the truth, and I don't need no testimony No baby mamas neither, man f** an alimony Crazy b**hes out here f**ing, tryna get pregnant Then they break a n***a off, tryna get that monthly payment That's why I always stay strapped with that latex n***as f**ing acting like it's lame to have safe s** Bet it won't be lame when you get that "I'm late" text Then your baby mama getting half your f**ing paycheck And I ain't saying all girls like that, but some really are I met a couple in my life I tell you they got no heart So I'm drifting through these hoes, like I was a go-kart Who's really f**ing with my writing ingenuity I'm spitting stupidly and fluidly with continuity And I'ma keep it up until the day that rapping's through with me Biiitch