JPEGMAFIA - ​phone tap (freestyle) lyrics

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Supreme team, fitted box logo over the tee
I make your rat ass man pick up his beans
(Facts)
I can't believe these bitches spilling'
Earl Grey over me i stepped up out the house
Strapped just like Quan Chi'
These lyrics are a mousetrap
Jerry West chasin' cheese
Uncle Tom's on the road, grab the fifth
Make him plead

Tryna write your testimony but your
Axe test my chi the chopper get to
St-st-stutterin' like Timothée
Best believe I'm chasin' cheese
Second hand smoke and cooler pack
I'm Mister Freeze
Beanie man, won't she feel it? Boy
Forget that ting
I'm always in control, like Janet
I never sing limp wrist and licking' shots
At you bastards, i am a twink
Used to flip patties
Now I'm flippin' records like Bink
Almost got kicked out for dirty sink (Facts)
Second fiddle playin' that role
Better than protagonist
Final flash to all you stragglers
I'm Prince Vegee' gots to be a boss bitch
If your babies wanna eat
If you want it then I can get it
I'm rippin' it off your screen (Gimme that)
Snatchin' it off your plate
Take your blessings and your dreams
The house all turn out like the bruh
I can't believe these basic niggas
Can't follow my topics (Uh)
What I'm supposed to do
Be dumb for you or keep makin' a profit?
(Nah)

Simple rhyme ass niggas makin'
Me wanna stop it, steal all your thunder
Movin' in and leave my shit in your socket
Shoutout my family, my followers
Know they need a prophet
You pray to Allah, Jehovah
I pray to Dallas Austin
Know there's a place beyond the
Pines like Ryan Gosling
Told my fans I always love
You like Dolly Parton (For real)
Ain't no plan
I make a beat then bleed in my scarlet
Gotta get this focus right
Gots to keep these vocals tight (Okay)

If these niggas start to win, push the ref
Grab the tights
Hangman in the ring and on the mic
These niggas try to steal my plays
Like the Astros every night
Barry Bonds at the plate
Feel the juice on the mic
Niggas think I'm 'raided out, they
Just scared for their life, that's right
Nasty