Future - Smacked Silly (Rack City Freestyle) lyrics

Rack rack city bitch
Get get smacked silly bitch
I'mma give ya'll 50 bars on this oneready?

So what they tryna hate for
They know I'm gettin' paid more
And when I'm in the club
Everything I drink is paid for?
You left the picture and missed
Everything u stayed for
The game gettin' tough but this the
Shit that I was made for so act up
Best believe you gettin' smacked up
Pedal to metal I ain't
Lettin' niggas catch up
And we could match up homie we gonn smoke too
Cause it's our time and we gonn
Shine like we supposed to
I told you, I'm the illest with this mic shit
Spit it off the top
I'ont even gotta write shit
My tight shit sounds the best
When I be dumb high
Cause, I get Harvard brain and
I'm far from an alumni
You dumb guys, I do rap and soccer shit
You don't see me glow? I'm bout
To blow like a rocket ship
U talkin' shit I think it's best
That u dip and hide
Cause when I start to flow it be
Wet like a slip n slide
I'm gettin high u can tell
My eyes is bloodshot
Take a lotta pictures but I
Stay away from mugshots
I do my thing boy I always do my shit well
Rest in peace to em but I'm
Bout to smoke a Big L
Brain twisted, soul being lifted
You should hand over the mic
Like Taylor Swift did see what the piff did
Feel like I'mma die slow
Hit it and a nigga spit fire like I'm Spy-ro
My eyes low, compliments cause I rhyme well
I'm runnin' in your crib like
I'm Kramer off of Seinfeld
You sleepin' boo? I slide thru, like PeekaBoo
You frozen in shock now
Ya nickname is Pikachu
Jeez - I swear I'll try and take it easy
A nigga need a wife but need
Some bitches who are sleazy
For when I'm feelin' low, they
Know exactly how to please, me
To all my niggas listenin' I
Know ya fuckin' sees me yeaa
Cause, I got bitches on the side
That'll hop on the dick
If I feel like gettin' sidetracked
They ride that til I nut and then I pass out
Then I give em food and and
Cab and kick they ass out
That's how a player do and I'mma player who
Loves gettin' brain so shout outs
To all my players too
And they say hate the game not the player boo
But bitches doin' circles like
Muhfuckin dreidel do
And I'll shake up the whole damn place
My punchlines'll punch lines in
Ya whole damn face
I smoke weed and sip goose til
I start to get loose
Fake niggas gimme dap, I leave
Em hanging no noose, damn
You can't battle? well I'll kill him myself
A registered sex offender how
I'm feelin' myself you feelin' the wealth
Well I got paper in sight
A lotta niggas can't stand how
I'm rapin the mic but all this herb got me
Lookin' like a china man
Everybody know I rap so I rhyme when I can
Try and name somebody with as
Many lines as ya man
Time is money guess I gotta lot
Of time on my hands
And I got paper in my pockets
I'm just achin' to burn
N you could shine when it's ya
Time but keep waitin' ya turn
Cause it's mine n I'mma grind
Til this paper I earn
And ion preach but ill teach
Til they blatantly learn
Understand I'mma boss
I could never take an off day
Cause, I'mma be a star who got bucks
No latte s
Papi what the ladies love to call me
Cause they love when I get
It up like wall street
I'm good lookin', rhyme tight
And I flow nuts
Krispy Kreme workers even sayin'
That my dough nuts i go nuts boy