Larry June - Larry's Freestyle lyrics

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Larry June - Larry's Freestyle lyrics

Keep the hammer like I'm Bob the Builder But I'm never building nothing (Oh no!) I don't really got a preference Do the papers, Woods, or the Dutches (Yes Lord!) Hit him from a distance, he didn't even know I seen the n***a coming (Gawd!) Aye, this the injunction Take my advice Aye, this a premonition I might can save your life Quit acting like a b**h And if you send the pack, don't send it overnight Triple beam scale, these packs ain't light Five Ps in a [?], 45 ghost with the light Sippin Jeremy got me feeling right Twenty bands for my new ice I don't trust the b**h at all On the low these b**hes s**ing pipe Out of mind, n***a out of sight Out of sight, n***a out of mind Said the same sh** two times Still the hardest n***a on the mic Your b**h hit my DM tonight Clean my rims, then I hit the block f**ing 'round with the Taylor Gang God damn, I got too high 20 bands in my skinny jeans So I gotta pack the big chop Gross income 200k, never had a rap check in my life I don't ever trust n***as Half of 'em f** n***as Hit my phone 30 times mad cause I never ever f** with 'em That's signs of a hoe, bruh You mad, cause you broke, huh? I ain't even write this It's all off the dome, huh? Let's see how many n***as try to jack the flow, huh I know you n***as watching House n***a on the internet posting choppers I just made a hundred thousand Living good, eating Thai food, on the island Chillin' with a lttle stallion I'm the motherf**ing greatest, if you feel you better n***a we can see about it You punk b**h, wanna hate and sh** You ain't even got your nails did You don't even got a whip, b**h Watch your mouth, talking to a pimp Drinking coffee, peeping real estate Get it cheaper, heard the market rising Take the equity and start a business Drink a lot of water, watch your diet I'm at Barney's spending hella dollars Saint Laurent, and the new Givenchy I don't fall in love with a bop f** her twice and then I make her swallow I a four door scrape hotbox God damn oh my gawd Aye sweetie, hand me that asthma pump please, thank you A n***a can't even breathe, help Hella on Smoking strong Two phones Two homes Aye, homes What you need? I gotta pack God damn Chopper hit him Automatic n***as actors, movie script Cinematic, chopper snatch ya You a b**h Run that Had to switch it up, cause the beat dropped With a Puerto Rican, getting big top Spent a pretty penny for my wrist watch n***as hustin' backwards like criss cross I'm the biggest boss since Rick Ross Got some n***as that'll knock your wrist off For that Rolex, that you flexing on 'em God damn Sledgren, you're doing good Getting high playing Xbox, Balmain hoodie I ain't stressed out Young n***a just got knocked down So it's time to bring them f**in' techs out Hit the pack with the knife Let him taste it if he wanna If he want it, then I bring the rest out I might take a trip down to Pittsburgh Just to tell my n***a Sledgren, "Good Job!" [Outro]