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caskey - shook ones freestyle lyrics

[intro]
b-tch
b. dull on the ones and twos
kyle denmead on the threes and fours
me on my everything else

[verse]
even when i ain’t got the juice on me
the juice on me
the troops scared, poppin’ them pills
and then luke’s army appear
f-ck that sucker sh-t you call your career
2014, i’m k!llin’ all that sh-t
you disappear like a ufo after the sightin’
don’t come around my city rockin’ chains on
that’s rather invitin’ to my, -ssociates that’s gang affiliated
i made a couple calls and you ain’t affiliated with none of them
who’s tryin’ to camouflage? i’m huntin’ them
snipe ’em up, duct tape mouth then cuttin’ them
wrap ’em egypt style, i’m king tut’in’ them
forgotten like manchester
forgotten like the pure knowledge of my ancestors, p-ssy
forgotten like my social security number
y’all saying i’ma fall off with this rap sh-t
well, that’s like saying triple six the purity number
i mean, it holds no logic
i put the fo-five at the hands of the man with the gold wallet
and tell him, “don’t hide it”
ha, did you think i’m on my nice guy sh-t?
just ’cause i signed on the dotted, sucker?
not i though, i’m rolling ’round town, duckin’ 5-0
f-ckin’ my b-tch she hittin’ high notes
i see you, better tuck in yo’ sh-t
in the land of the instrumental
no such thing as half way ripped
i’m takin’ shots at the compet-tion
like they first name hennessy
i’m drinkin’ out the remedy still
i play a game of soccer all upon ya energy field
rockin’ the smirk that got kennedy k!lled
i let ya legacy build up
so i can build and destroy
rap dead, well, i’m fillin’ the void
they derive a lot of happiness from winnin’
well, i’m k!llin’ they joy
christmas mornin’ and i’m stealing they toy
look if y’all feelin’ the boy
then let yo’ head nod
only officer i ever speak to in my city
that’s a dead cop
they swear that cash money live in the mansion
they saw on “bed rock”
well, that’s some fairy tale sh-t
send you lead shots of insulin
sh-t for your med shots, you sugar sweet
headlocks, i’m booker t
my dogs talk cocaine
i’m cocaine white, swear that i’m pusha t
rottweilers with crooked t–th
backin’ out the back alley with decoys, don’t look at me
to be about that time you throw a hook at me
i give ya all of the publishin’
yo just let me get the instagram fl!ck
and tell my dogs i f-ck with ’em
f-ck a hundred different b-tches off the strength
’cause these b-tches is thirsty, sh-t
and my dog’s f-cking ’em

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