Lyrics Freestyle – Yfn Lucci
Freestyle lyrics
These niggas be cotton soft knock it off
I got your down bitch tryna top me off
I hit a button to pull out your residence
Six nines I hit him I heard he was tellin’ shit
Ooh playin’ with the keys like Ray Charles
Step in that spot only usin’ my facecard
Brrt callin’ my ‘migos on takeoff
I got that drop on that boy he gon’ take off
Tell the bitch “Shake that” (Shake that)
Feelin’ like Diddy I take that take that
[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Like you in the wrong ho you know we gon’ take that
You look like a snack so we ate that
You shot up my block I want payback
You know I’m protected like latex
Uh these niggas be cap like an A’s hat
I’m in Baltimore like that’s where I stay at
Hit up Izzy man you know he don’t play that
I need like two of ’em ASAP
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I need ’em gone like ASAP
[Verse 3: Bandhunta Izzy]
Fuck that we get ’em gone fast like a racetrack
Lyin’ in bushes right where he stay at
Want a closed casket then why you ain’t say that?
I rep that C third letter the alphabet
He got them P’s why he ain’t tell me that?
He want some smoke? Hope he inhalin’ that
Sinkin’ his boat where was he sailin’ at?
[Verse 4: YFN Lucci]
Look I got that scope I’m peelin’ that melon back
In the back with the ceiling cracked
I got that AK-40 and the MAC
Lettin’ it clap playin’ pitty-pat
One in the back where is Ricky at?
[Verse 5: Bandhunta Izzy & YFN Lucci]
I’m a real dope boy ain’t with that chitter-chat
Nigga you trade tell him to let ’em out
I feel like Pootie Tang pullin’ leather out
I feel like Goldmouf diamonds in my mouth
Louis V leather all on my couch
I might just pick up some beef that Lu had
I just might hit up a nigga ’cause Izzy mad
Niggas just hit up my mans I’ma get ’em back
Treat ’em like Wayne where was the ceiling at?
We run the streets they run the internet
I’m T.I. where your cookie at?
Pull up we shootin’ your residence
We shootin’ schools we shootin’ like “Where was the bully at?”
Fully strapped we got the hoodie yeah
We pull up leave ’em slumped
He reppin’ Blood left him bleedin’ huh
I’m reppin’ C I’ma see him huh
Yeah I’ma see him out see what that Blood ’bout to be about
[Verse 6: YFN Lucci]
I said brody ain’t my blood but I left him bleedin’
Caught in my car but I left him crumpled yeah
When I’m in the club got my pistol yeah
If I ever mug I’ma get you
Sat in my two-seater my bitch she a diva yeah
On my hip I got my nina yeah
Right on the curb he’ll leave
Now he got a stripe like Adidasss
