brockfriedrice - these chicks freestyle pt.2.5 lyrics
[verse 1: brock]
i’ma text your phone
i’m like: “where you at?” (where you at, where you at?)
heard you on my side of town, i think i’m tryna run it back
running it back like a n+gga run track (running it back, running it back like)
she call me lil’ saucy, she said i’m a mack
got one cheek, two cheek make it clap
like, oh, that’s how she sound when i’m slidin’
now i’m in atlanta, where n+ggas be flyin’
got a white b+tch, and her last name ryan
and i talkin’ no mack
don’t fall over the wall, you know i’m tryin’ crack
don’t fall over the wall, you know i’ma crush
i put in her mouth, i’m makin’ it touch
i tell a lil’ joke, i make that b+tch blush
i call her a squirrel girl, she chewin’ on nuts
no mc hammer, the b+tch gon’ touch
walk like a dog, and the b+tch go: “ruff”
[verse 2: destin & brock]
meet me on the side, said i’m coming through
already know the time, i’m on, wassup
i did and i’m fried, bae, sunday mornings
baby, don’t you cry, now i come through
all aboard
no one have that door, know you like tho talk sh+t
you said i’m too boring
push me to the side, cause i’m not giving you what you want
i swear you out your mind, i need sp+ce
go look on your finsta, girl, i get you right there
block you, so don’t bother me
that lil’ sh+t don’t bother me
told you that your friends fake
what you think i have for them?
you ain’t gotta pick sides with me
you better keep your eyes on these hoes
tap+tap+tap+tap+tap
to the tap+tap+tap
to the tap+tap+tap+tap+tap
[verse 3: raud]
brock said: “raud, you gotta cook this beat”
when raud geez rap, n+ggas move they feet
when we collab on the track, n+ggas really gon’ peep
we can’t hear these chicks and not dance, you geek
i did three shows, shoutout uck city 3
any n+gga want bup, i’ma shoot him in the street
any n+gga want bup, prolly p+ssed they on cups
i seen n+ggas crashing out, can’t respond, you not us
she said: “raud, i am not these chicks”
she said: “raud, i am not your b+tch”
i tried to leave, and she clocked my sh+t
if she let me walk away, she is not my b+tch
like, yeah, you know i’ma bag it
she got the gat, yeah, you know i’ma grab it
real juicy and demure, yeah you know i’ma+
real juicy and demure, i ain’t know she could bag me
layin’ over, even better, just back up
you not these chicks, but you mine, don’t act rough
hair locks, she callin’ for backup
when i grab on her neck, the only time she don’t act rough
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