cello mtz – freestyle lyrics
cello mtz:
im talking sh-t making profit, call me prophet don’t just cough it, got the haters talking but they really talking all that moth sh-t
gossip gossip all that f-ck sh-t smaller than a f-cking droplet
f-ck the losses check deposits
got that cash up in my pocket
gonna blast off like a rocket
all that sh-t you n-ggas talk it
pop you out just like a socket
this that milly i be rockin
i’m straight mobbin with my goblins
i am batman no not robin
stop that talkin
n-ggas be some birds with all that f-cking mockin
i’m chillin with my woes like i’m from the 6
(the 6)
i’m flippin musty packs and i’m flippin h-lla bricks (h-lla bricks)
i’m ballin on these haters like i’m on really the knicks (on the knicks)
i’ll leave you headless cuz a n-gga with the sh-ts (with the sh-ts)
from orlando no not magic
b-tches barbies too much plastic
cutting off like i’m in traffic
where the real ones like a cl-ssic
what i do be way to graphic
n-ggas dying that’s so tragic
this sh-ts crazy this sh-ts drastic
flippin zips just like a jacket
countin money lookin bummy
n-ggas funny actin dummy
it’s so sunny
shoot yo tummy
got this gas wrapped like a mummy
got the mac and got the drummy
n-ggas sweet just like some honey
that’s so funny
shoot yo leg got you hoppin like a bunny
counting money and i’m counting up all these blessings (all my blessings)
that sh-t was hard but it really taught ya boy lesson (taught a lesson)
rip my bro but i know he really in the heavens (in the heavens)
switching up and you’ll really catch this smith and wesson
soto:
uh uh aye
f-ck a b-tch i be deep up in her kidneys
we go crazy we go blizzy
we be sliding wit them glizzy
say she love me and she miss me
f-ck a hoe yeah she be d-gg-n
all the time yea she be lying
on the gram these n-gga cappin
we gon bust first we ain’t lackin
never lackin we gon blast it
got my n-gga in the backseat
he go dumb yeah he gon clap sh-t
we be cuttin we be lashin
getting blues yeah we be staking
rollin dope this sh-t so g-ssy man this sh-t so g-ssy man
i be rollin thru the city wit my hoes
keep a choppa on me call a n-gga rondo
throwin all these ones she pick it up from the floor
baby girl bust it low baby girl aye
she bust me down to the floor and she suck me real slow
give me head at the store
gettin paper gettin dough
shooting rounds h-lla rounds it be flashing it’s a show
got her callin she want more
rollin dope in a boat
we be cruising yeah we float
michael jordan i’m the goat
cookin crack on the stove
chain so cold i need a coat
just one night i needa go
what you thinkin? you a hoe
throwin -ss i want some mo’
i’m so up i’m finna blow
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