Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freestyle, artist - Stack BundlesDate of issue: 19.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Freestyle |
| Aight I’m on 'em like click clock, red dot |
| One flinch, fifth pop, head shot |
| Rap is mine, hip-hop, headlock |
| Time is money, tick tock, bread drop |
| Red drop top down while she top me off |
| Cause I make the paper double like I’m running copies off |
| Keep running circles around rappers and I’ll be signed |
| But I’ll be dammed if it ain’t looking like a Audi sign |
| Fuck it pop some bottles off its party time |
| My flow over niggas heads like an Arby’s sign |
| Where they do that at? |
| I’m from where they doin' it at |
| I’m prob’ly up in Gucci coppin' everything you pointed at |
| Wrapping rubber bands around knots on niggas |
| So your bitch follow me when she not on Twitter |
| You know I keep a chick or two |
| Just trying to bring a chick or more |
| Known to take three chicks and put 'em in a figure four |
| Boy, you can see the game through this artist’s eyes |
| I push a yellow school bus I got retarded drive |
| I’m from the bottom boy, I don’t give two fucks |
| Broke up with my bitch and all I needed was my toothbrush |
| Give me some polo V-necks and some new chucks |
| And I can make a couple hundred thousand out of two bucks |
| Little kids screaming, «Los bring the roof back!» |
| And when it disappear they screaming, «Los bring the roof back!» |
| I’ll have your ho parting thighs in my new V |
| I had your whole starting five in the 2−3 |
| I’ll bitch your starters and make them start to bitch |
| I’ll bench ya starters and make you start your bench |
| Nigga I start the Bentley and garage the six |
| Hook up with two broads around five and menage at six |
| 5.4.3,2, uno |
| Clique push weight like we do sumo |
| Wrestling, no question, Los flexing, don’t test him |
| Y’all niggas got, no bitches, no bottles, no section |
| And I ain’t got no pity, no sorrow, no remorse |
| I’m married to the mothafucking money, no divorce |
| She morse, she dripping, she wet, she cumming |
| She told her girlfriend she said, «Next time, she coming!» |
| A-long cause I make her cum a long time |
| 'Til it sounds like she’s humming a song of mine |
| When a ace on the table, jokers get they queen took |
| Beat her with the dope dick, leave her with the fiend look |
| Drop-top Mazi’s on Asanti’s that’s a mean look |
| Three-quarter-sleeve Gucci button down, clean look |
| Riding with a redbone, look the way her team look |
| So you better bet it’s goin' down like a Kareem hook |
| Yeah I want the milli-ons and not the one that Dream took |
| Point three, ghetto dope bitch I let the thing cook, uh… |