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vic mensa - hit boy freestyle lyrics

[verse]
she keep calling me “folkz”, i said “that’s not my gang”
chief malik, i keep his books paid, that’s how i bang
she a bad b+tch i’m a savage tarzan & jane
we got python louis luggage that’s snakes on a plane, aye
i’m hoppin’ up outta the jet
pardon my french, i’m stackin’ my bread, my wrist got a lot of baguettes
i don’t gotta talk about sh+t i’ve been doin’, ain’t catchin’ a body on text
they catchin’ a body for me, if i’m catchin’ a body at all, like roddy i’m rich
kado waylin’ he bought him a tec
he talkin’ bout, “vic let me k!ll the n+gga”
what i look like riskin’ it all for some racks, when i done made millions n+gga
paralyzed from the waist down, when y’all rap, i just don’t feel these n+ggas
savemoney roc boys, we in the house, wе in the buildin’ n+gga
got my weight up i’m still gettin’ biggеr
nate nate if i steel these n+ggas
got 20 pounds in my bas+m+nt, i’m the real big tigga
and that’s straight exotics n+gga
got cakes and scottie pippen
slight 80 bands if i charge you what i’m chargin’ n+ggas
took an l went harder n+gga
four things in the trunk, just me and four [annamarie’s?]
i feel like blood graffiti ’cause i’m always overseas
i be with lords and gds and bds they throwin’ threes
like chano hat, that’s no cap, i’m relaxed in the trenches
switches on straps with extensions
sit a n+gga down, put his ass in detention
master my skull, so i match with the misfits
mashin’ the aston, my gas is expensive
93 boyz, it’s a pack of emissions
i’m addin’ up that tax, i’ma mathematician
i get underneath they skin like a nail technician
i bet n+ggas goin’ listen when that kel+tec spittin’
i’m still just riffin’ kinda like steve, oh that’s rifkind
been runnin’ in these street so long i tore a meniscus
these n+ggas all sweet, i call these boys hibiscus
sk on my shoulder, it look like i’m throwin’ discus
vic wit’ hit+boy on the beat, i hit ’em up like 2pac
only thing i hate more then one police is two cops
got two of everything, two watches, two cups, and two glocks
rest in peace pappy, in all white like i’m mensa, on my pops
i invest in k!llas like one might invest in stocks
the only difference is it ain’t them that goin’ drop, it’s the opps
y’all keep takin’ shots at me, you might end up in scotch
i mean tape around your block, i tried to warn you n+ggas, stop
oh now it’s too late, now you on the news at 8 on fox
you on cnn we bpsn and that’s just how we rock
[fades out]

- vic mensa lyrics

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