Mack Maine - Freestyle 102 lyrics

(Intro) Freestyle 102, n***a! Ha ha, you know what it is, I ain't gotta write sh**, n***a! Real n***as just record, we don’t record Making sh** up (Verse) Y'all n***as writing That sh** ain't exciting Don't make me come to your window like lightening I'll scare you like thunder sh**, what you n***as claimin that you the sh** My n***a, well I'll just plunge ya Fake n***as among you, I'm about to cup a Bentley by next summer! Excuse me, I cup the Bentley in my ‘08 summer sponsored links n***a, ridin round in the Hummer ngga Feeling like a soldier, n***a Shouts that to all my n***as Still up in that, know you n***a Free BG, free my n***a Turk Turk already out We did a song, he put in that work Shout out to Mystical, we leave them n***as in critical When had yo mammy at the funeral, looking pitiful! I'm so on some grimmy sh** I'm on some gangsta sh** I'm on some pull up the knife and come to deliver straight up sink your ship It's like I got edema Ever since I was a senior On any given Sunday, feeling like I'm really demon! b**h, I'm about to do my thing My n***as in the bank I send them nothing but kites and when they come home I send them n***as private flights I take your girl out to public and give her the proverb, right sh** it’s a private night You can't hide it, right? See when you break out! Shout out to the bloggers, all media take out Get up off my dick, trying to say I'm engaged And I got my a** whipped, n***a You're about to get me enraged I come straight to your alphas, run up on your bosses f** the coroner, bring the gravediggers in coffins Very often I hear you catching slugs Like your name was Steve Lodging! See, you see hawks like you was from Atlanta But no Seattle, we could battle! You claim that you are hurt, and n***a where you cattle f** your Shepard, I ran after your a** like a leopard You n***a's amateurs, call Kiki Shepard Ah you’ll see us when we squeeze weapons Call my n***a stunner, that's my uncle n***a, yes we will poke ya n***a Slam dunk ya n***a like we Visco Shouts shot to my lil brother, n***a Dr. Carter Make your b**h come harder, n***a When she give me brains, I feel smarter, n***a When it's beef time, y'all n***as be praying that the coppers will come Me and my n***as swing by with them coppers, with drums See, we pop at your son if you think it's a game Me and my n***as don't give a f**, We spend a bit in that range Yall n***as talking about yall some shakers I can make you peace out, a salam alekum What a f** you're trying to do? You came and you're a m**m Me I got do it mommy boy, yeah, I'm hustling All I do is spit these lyrics, n***a, Leave you in the spirit, n***a What are you talking about me and my n***as never fear it, n***a It's no hard, n***a! f** it if a n***a blow the whistle I blast a gun, it's no start, n***a! False start, n***a! We don't play by the rules You're f**ing wrong, We come like handymans we play with the tools I'm candy man! Say my name like three times and I'll appear With an old gangsta b**h like Pam Greer Stunner man, I heard these n***as think it's a game They whip game, couldn't even f** with my kick gamers It’s YMCMB, rich game, n***a It’s YMCMB, rich game, n***a Ya hear me? Like yea yea Honey Cocaine, wuddup baby? Freestyle 102