KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Super Gremlin Freestyle lyrics

Man, we could be superstars
We been ridin', wreckin’ cars (Uh, huh)
What is at stakes for us? (yeah)
Kickin' off power mirrors

Y'all dealin’ with two superstars
Stupid bars, who's in charge?
If you involved in rappin', you
At odds with this, new group is HARD
Remove the guards from Mount Rushmore
Russia made room for our mugshots
Chopped in solid rock Glock cock Molotov
Cocktail pops every shot
Lock a blocker like Serge Ibaka
Do guards on the block
Try to put me in a box
But, I'm nice enough to play
Hopscotch in my socks
Rock my scotch and soda gins
Neat like no soda in my scotch
You scotch tape, I'm yellow tape


Stick around while I stick figure niggas
Every drop get used to me (Yaowa)
My day ones tеllin' newcomers like "Oh man
This ain't nеw to me"
Son been spewin' eulogies in
The booth with ease
Since Ray Allen and Reggie
Miller were shootin’ threes
Since pops told Craig "Put the gun down, son
Real men use two of these"
Here I am, grown man, ten twenty years
And no slowin’ down
Ten twenty minutes set, ten twenty
Thousand in my sweats, best show in town
Model S Plaid, ten twenty horsepower
Can't even hear me roll around (Shhh)
I hit a switch
And it take off like a pussy little bitch
When it’s time to fight
You all bark and not a bite
I'm a gremlin, kept the little gizmo wet
Niggas that's how you earn a stripe
I'm a dope boy from the trap shit
Yeah, I sound dope on this trap shit
This is real spill, no captions
Still my real name, my rap shit
Closed casket

Closed casket, mo’ classics, go glasses
No caption
Yo ass is molasses, you slow (Slow)
Thinkin' I won't come around to toe tag shit
You know (Know)
I ain't gon keep listen to the hoe ass shit
Let's go (Go)
Niggas try to throw shots at me, they crazy
Niggas threw a shot so weak
That shit didn't even tase me (Damn)
Shit didn't even phase me
(Damn) , 'least you coulda grazed me
Every time you talk shit about me
You insult the niggas that raise me
Call my phone like "What up
Crook? These niggas trippin'"
We trippin' too
Infrared nigga, infragreen nigga, infrablue
I got every color on the stick
When the lights are off, i'ma get at you
This is true, all you do is make a bunch
Of shit I never listen to
I be bumpin' that bitches brew, bitches you
Out your mind, we goin' to war
"Where you learn to act like that, Crook?"
Old niggas at the corner store
Taught me how to get more and more
NY 4s like Jordan wore
Clean you up like floor decor
The streets sweeper did chores before
Why would I fear any rapper, semi clapper?
Minnie mac that are spinnin' backwards
Long Beach, I'm with the city factors
Litty jackers, Green Bay, we really Packers
Big guns, which one?
Six touchdowns, one field goal, colt 45
Indianapolis super gremlin, shootin' crazy
The bazooka trembiln'
Leader of the movement, Putin's Kremlin
Medieval torture
Chop your head like the Duke of Finland
Blow your car up and shoot the engine
Only thing left is the whoopty's emblem
Shooter slide off bumpin' trap shit
Niggas probably thought Gucci sent them
Told you, we be spinnin' like the globe do
Long Beach, that's a code blue
Top down in my old school
Grown man playin' slow jams
On the phone with my broham
Joell, we gotta drop another album
Fuck up the program i'm gone, man

I'm gone, I'm outta here, hahaha
Yo, they ain't fuck with me and Joell, man
They ain't fuckin' with us, hahaha ah, shit
June