Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Musty Freestyle , by - Drakeo The Ruler. Release date: 02.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Musty Freestyle |
| I don’t rap beef, soul snatch that ass deep |
| Grim reaper, street sweeper, feet Neimans, speak to me |
| Codiene and Adderall, Bally bags and Taliban |
| I could’ve went to Alcatraz, niggas always talking bad |
| Please check the news clips, I do this, a nuisance |
| Wildin' all in traffic with a Uzi, on buffoonery |
| You cool as me, I do this shit, I’m strangling Judas’s |
| Don’t play with me, I’m chasing niggas |
| Bitch you bought the major leagues |
| Long stocking, Pippy Longstocking |
| More problems, more bodies |
| Won’t find ‘em, Local 8's is getting crowded |
| I got Bally, I got Louis, I ain’t really into Prada |
| Split medulla oblongata’s, a couple way from a father |
| Abuse these Margielas, my jacket is Moncler |
| So it ain’t rappers on my toes, these are not Air Forces |
| Mr. Everything, I stood on thirty thousand on the floor |
| Three-sixty bust down and I was not doing no shows |
| You need to go back to your hood 'cause we is not bringing no hoes |
| Chopsticks, mopsticks, Ralfy blinding the moshpit |
| Disgusting, suck me, bitch the fit been musty |
| The nerve of me cursing, I’m slurring, I’m curving these dirty birds |
| A five in a one, who the fuck I think I’m Dirty Purp |
| Gheesy my people, drummer stinky bleachers |
| I break the internet with my freestyles from Pro Tools |
| Don’t know you, these niggas really Venice Beach hobos |
| Rapper with a gun, I go bad, I got a drum |
| Spilling bricks all up in Neimans, I be acting up off mud |
| She said if you needed help then you should’ve asked for some |
| Twenty bands up on a bitch, bitch you should’ve been acting up |
| Blue tips, movies, you know I’m toting the whole thing |
| Bruce Lee, Suze Lee, kick in your door for the whole thing |
| Niggas be popping like they be popping up in four bands |
| White bitch, think she said her cousin Lindsay Lohan |
| Beat her to a slow jam, Ric Flair’s Hogan |
| I’m Michael Myers, Sideshow Bobber flyer |
| Niggas nice, they Flanders, I ain’t lying |
| The king of the hill, I know beef when it’s real |
| Ain’t no beef on the grill, ain’t no pieces of steel |
| Ain’t no homicide cars, ain’t no police in the rear |
| Stop playing |
| Haha, nigga |
| Niggas talkin', like nigga this shit regular |
| I been doin' this, we don’t rap beef |
| I don’t do none of that shit |
| You know I’m just havin' fun, haha |
| Check my casefiles, like, like, like |
| Mopsticks all in the couches and that shit, stop playin' with me nigga |
| Nigga, like, like, like, like |
| Niggas be havin' all them super powers but can’t bring they homies back from |
| the dead, like, I don’t understand, like, haha |
| Don’t pop it to me, keep that shit music, haha |
| Ugh, like like like, like, niggas be thinkin' they Suge or somethin' |
| Like nigga, like shells don’t knock down Goliath |
| I’m tellin' niggas, I just knocked down Brad |
| Like I’m the bully breaker, like nigga, haha |
| I’m talkin' 'bout two-two-three shells all on my rug |
| Like F&N, MAC’s, nigga, like |
| Juststop playin' with me nigga |
| This shit really regular though nigga |
| Damn bitch, I only been out, what, a month now |
| Ah, I’m a problem nigga |
| They ask me how I’m feeling, my nigga I’m feeling lovely |
| It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me |
| Musty, ugh my nigga who got that musty? |
| It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy |
| They ask me how I’m feeling, my nigga I’m feeling lovely |
| It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me |
| Musty, ugh my nigga who got that musty? |
| It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy |