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d freezo – freestyle pt. 2 lyrics

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[intro (phone call)]
donka: “h-llo?”
d freezo: “ay, what up donka. what you on?”
donka: “sh-t, you know, ghouling, ghouling, in the stu, making hits. sh-t, what you on, broski?”
d freezo: “sh-t, i’m in the stu too, fo’. i’m trying to make it out.”
donka: “sh-t, man, when we gon’ hop in the stu, bro man? it’s been a lil’ minute bro.”
d freezo: “it’s whenever, just tap in, fo, i’ll get up with you.”
donka: “alright, on bro, sh-t, we gone have to make a payback remix or some. sh-t, i’ma get up with you.”
d freezo: “fo’nem! let’em know!
donka: “alright, folks grave.”
d freezo: “be smooth…”

[verse: 1]
i heard these n-ggas want smoke, well warning, draco got nicotine
i’m a rich lil’ n-gga, been counting up thousands of dollars before i was seventeen
i’m a boss lil’ n-gga, steady pulling up to the stu, name a n-gga ahead of me
f-ck the cost, my n-gga, i see it, i like it, then that’s what it is, can’t talk to me

i got shooters that shoot like they’re drafted to nba, i know them n-ggas ain’t popping me
hit up kk, that’s broski and fo’nem gon’ pop out, now we ’bout to ball like monopoly
i pull up to my school with the car that your man wanted, baby girl tell me what you see
got a glock and ruger, you can choose your fate, but i swear you won’t be in my oddysey

i got choppas that blows like teanna trump (b-tch)
swear to god, these n-ggas ain’t nun’ to me
i’m gon’ get to that bag, in it like a p-ssy, on bro, bet no n-gga question me
i can’t wife me a b-tch ’cause i know that the way that i live gon’ have that b-tch stressing me
dodging n-ggas, olay, you feel like you can touch me and find out why i got this gun with me

and i just made a play, on the way to a date with the money, these b-tches ain’t fun to me
but if you got some cake, lil’ baby come my way, i could show you why n-ggas don’t f-ck with me
i know n-ggas be fake, so i’m walking with nina because she gon’ bring out that honesty
i’m that n-gga that your b-tch sneaks off to at night, yeah i know these n-ggas know what’s up with me

(-ring-)

d freezo: “h-llo?”
???: “ay, what’s up my n-gga. heard you got the loud.”
d freezo: “sh-t, what you need?”
???: “let me get it for the trey 5, get me way high.”
i’m like, yeah i know what you mean
throw that sh-t in a zip, put the rubber band on it, you can catch me posted on evergreen (bet)
all my n-ggas lowkey, ’cause we stay in the shadow when we got them arms, no centipede

all that talking sh-t old, n-gga send the addy, better come and do what you say to me
i’m gon’ beat on your head like a drum and i might leave a scar, just to show you courtesy
i ain’t with all that flexing sh-t, b-tch if i got it i wear ’cause i know heard of me
as a jit i was wildin’, i asked my og could she sing me a trap as my nursery

now i got your attention, go and tell the music game, i’ma f-ck up the industry
this motherf-cker’s so hot, make a drought in the earth, but they know that a drought i would never see
with a n-gga like me walking ’round in your section i know i’m reason for jealousy
and these be plankton, i’m mr. krabs, ain’t no n-gga dare get my recipe

and i noticed you n-ggas like putting on shows, so we gon’ catch all of y’all separately
f-cked that b-tch couple years ago, now that i’m up, she gon’ text me talking ’bout some pregnancy
nowadays i’ve been smarter with sh-t like my trap ain’t a trap, turned that b-tch to a weaponry
got a cuban, latina, puerto rican, asian, hispanic, caucasian and ebony

trying to tell these n-ggas i’m a different breed, and it’s obvious, they can’t compare to me
throw a bandana ’round my mouth with some aviators, they can’t get my ident-ty
i been grinding for years, but i remain patient, ’cause i know i’ma blow eventually
and rip t-mac, free my n-gga chuck in the game, but police gave him penalties

i salute to my peoples, acknowledge them, n-gga, i f-ck with my family heavily
n-ggas say he got money, i know that he lying ’cause that n-gga look like a parody
had to think of some sh-t i came up with a style, they copying me like a parakeet
if you talk out your neck, introduce you to draco and ski, and it won’t be no felony

you see i get a pack and i flip it like that, i be making money for my legacy
and i know i’m up next ’cause all of the bad b-tches t’ing up to my melody
n-ggas think i’m barbaric ’cause i’ll k!ll a opp and i’ll rock that sh-t like an accessory
and i still got a glock on me, even when i’m in the shower ’cause that’s a necessity

and don’t let my appearance effect your decision ’cause that’ll put your life in jeopardy
n-ggas say he shooters, i call up my steppers and tell’em take over your armory
in the meanwhile tell them n-ggas to open up shop, we the local pharmacy

[outro]
i heard these n-ggas want smoke, well warning, draco got nicotine
i’m a rich lil’ n-gga, been counting up thousands of dollars before i was seventeen
i’m a boss lil’ n-gga, steady pulling up to the stu, name a n-gga ahead of me
f-ck the cost, my n-gga, i see it, i like it, then that’s what it is, can’t talk to me

i got shooters that shoot like they’re drafted to nba, i know them n-ggas ain’t popping me, hit up kk, that’s broski and fo’nem gon’ pop out, now we ’bout to ball like monopoly
i pull up to my school with the car that your man wanted, baby girl tell me what you see
got a glock and ruger, you can choose your fate, but i swear you won’t be in my oddysey

d freezo: “h-llo?”
???: “ay, what’s up my n-gga. heard you got the loud.”
d freezo: “sh-t, what you need?”
???: “let me get it for the trey 5, get me way high.”
i’m like, yeah i know what you mean
throw that sh-t in a zip, put the rubber band on it, you can catch me posted on evergreen (bet)
all my n-ggas lowkey, ’cause we stay in the shadow when we got them arms, no centipede

… i can’t wife me a b-tch ’cause i know that the way that i live gon’ have that b-tch stressing me …
… find out why i got this gun with me