yvng mully – sons and critics freestyle (remix) lyrics
[verse 1: yvng mully]
looking around, all you see is me in panoramic, yeah
i hit and dip with a b+tch in a maga hat, just ’cause i can, dammit, yeah
i got a clip with a mag’ and that, and i got hands, dammit, yeah
cool with this sh+t, i go tat for tat, ’cause i’m the man, dammit, yeah
call me [?], ’cause i’m back in the game like a [?], dammit, yeah
it’s a lot of sons around me, lot of critics ’round me
but i don’t care, they just gon’ stare, as their b+tches i’m pounding, ho
shout out bronson, shout out parker, shout out lanting, we do our d+mn thing, ho
[?], i’m back on my bullsh+t
pippin’ the socket, don’t have to like it, ho
gucci the sweater, and you know my neck is on froze
coming in solo, i’m always prepared for the [?]
i just went back to back, i black on tracks
the ass is fat, i’m tapping that, that’s facts on facts, yes, sir
made it to the top, i never need a [?]
besides, i made 5k in one week, got jit like smokepurrp
i’m staying strapped+ to base for that, the creepers never lurk, ho
[verse 2: lanting]
call me baby keem, ’cause i’m a star they wanna criticize
and i know what you mean, you spending hundreds without getting buying
i know that’s your claim, but no promotion means you jeopardizing
‘self out of a dream, ’cause a freestyle really won’t get you signed
and now you drama queen
yeah, yeah, you is a mean b+tch, not even for the team
yeah, yeah, like supreme fits, you a fiend, forgot who you are, friend, sh+t
i’m gon’ leave, setting sail to my friendship
shout out mully, i fully support him and his lyrics
the youngest bully like holy, you be of sons and critics
ring the finger on my right hand, no olympics
see the thing up on my left hand, how it’s written
i been through h+ll and back, and with this, think god settled that
my hoodie pink, my heart is black
i overthink, then try to stack
i’m on the brink, i show no act
i’m gonna link with all these cats, and motions sync
but know that i’m that g+o+a+t, and yeah, that’s facts
[verse 3: parker daigle]
yeah, i don’t fly a b+tch from out of town, i keep my hoes around
if i put a kitty in this blunt, we better blow it down
i’m not popping percs to speed it up, i wanna slow it down
if she wanna throw it up, then f+ck it, then we throwing down
yeah, yeah, she said that i hit it ’cause she can’t stand me
she can’t stand it, she can’t find her panties, uh
only thing i’m buying is xanny plan b’s
it’s kind of ironic, like pain, it’s so chronic
i’ve been balancing all these [?] like i work at sonic
i can’t keep a promise, i don’t want to think about tomorrow ’till tomorrow
and i don’t have to drown into my sins until i swallow, uh, f+ck it
bottle it up, i don’t give a f+ck, i’m f+cking a sl+t
and she think i got a lot of hoes, i tell her i don’t
i just hit ’em and i go to the next like dominoes
then i jump inside the p+ssy like, “geronimo!”
and then i tell her i’m done (uh), i kinda feel like i won (uh)
i just got me a gun and make you rush, uh
and make you rush in like [?]
wait, coming over if you ain’t doing ‘nun
uh, yeah, ho, you better shake sum
got a bad lil’ b+tch who haitian and jamacian
and the cops think we cooking crack like it was bacon, yeah
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