Lieu, Sholoh, ​kuru - ​crackheads freestyle lyrics

(lieu)

Claim you're smoking on that loud
But I'm smoking on that crack
I just made some shit
But I'ma put it in the trash
I don't hate you, bitch
It's just that your music's bad
At the end of the day
It's you coming up in last
Call me broke, but you're broke
I just take it as a joke
I'm so high up off that Xan
I'ma motherfucking float
I'm still smoking on that crack
I might have a stroke
I got nothing else to add i'll just go home

All this gas in my eyes, no, I cannot see
Number (N) ine all on me i feel like a nazi
I get bands, I get bands that's for certain
Think we cool, we ain't gang
We ain't working nOVAGANG is up (yeah)
I don't give a fuck (yeah)
Talking on my niggas then you better duck
Your bitch talk too much
She really want me to cuff
Givе you one more chance
Thеn sorry, you're out of luck

I got Prada on my fit
I got Balmains on my feet
Yeah, and you look like a lick
Better watch out when I meet you
And yeah I tote them sticks
If you talk down you won't be here
I don't fuck with niggas
'Cause these niggas moving weird, yeah
Smoking on this opp' pack (Whew)
Now he's gone i can never love back (Ew)
What the fuck?
And these niggas some imposters
They be moving sus
And I can never worry about
A bitch, I'm counting bucks, yeah

Y-Y-You say you not texting
But you text a lot sound the time
Touching the money flowing through me we
Gon' leave you in the tras
Baby you know something, now we on the road
Baby, you're the prettiest in the world
Because if you go ahead just

Twenty dead opps gunshot
Now it's 21
Your shit all the same but now it's
Clear that I got 50 sons
I try to count it all in one you feel that
Bitch? I smoke that blunt instead
Of turning your girlfriend on

Damn these perkys got me out my mind
This ain't no surprise
All you bitches got me wasting my time
I don't give a fuck about
You or your paycheck
You talking down up on the gang
And we gon' change it
You a sneaky bitch I made you
And you can't get to my fit
You my underling without me
You ain't ever be shit
Give me credit when it's due when
You be stealing my hit's
Take a 30 to your head
And I'ma blow your shit you ain't getting in

Yuh watching Star Wars, smoking blunts
I don't really give a fuck
Go get flattened by a bus b-B-B-B-B-Boom
See me on IG, don't hit me up
Bitch I'm busy, I got work to do
And you ain't even up pussy
Feel like I'm Bobby the way I'm chilling
Feel like Krillin wait, no Goku with pink
Hair like fighting Beerus
Spirit Bomb your fucking team
And I'm sweeping up all the rubble
Should have listened when your gut said
That Wellsy was fucking trouble

I got diamonds on my neck
Talking down that's disrespect
I'ma fly my private jet
Give a fuck about your set
Give a fuck about where you at
I'ma pop this fucking tag
I'm with helix with a bag
Gotta keep it in containment
Bitch I'ma get all the money like wow
You gon' be pissed off, steal my style
They wanna call, yeah, they wanna dial
I'm on the come up, they in denial
I got your text i read it, but I won't reply
Bitch, you talk down to the
Gang, to the bros, swear to God

You out of luck mumbling you ain't a poet
Put your pen and paper in the trash
I'm not on my break
But I'm still posted in the back
Shit was always sunny
Til' I pulled up with the MAC
Shot, headshot, put a hole in your mental
All code flames, like command to a candle
Like a cigarette, we come in packs
Like a scandal
Chrome TV, lay it down like a mantle

I'm smoking crack it's really nice
Money, murder, that's my vice
Bitch, I don't need your advice
Bitch, you broke, that's a fact
Walk around, pockets fat
That's your life I'm taking that
Tie your body to the track
Crack in my body, nobody can stop me
Bitch, know I'm ridin' round with the glocky
I'm with a crackhead bitch, she gon' top me
Bitch we invincible i feel invincible
My sight is visible

Blowing smoke up in the air i don't care
Gotta walk in with designer on me
They all stare you think I give a fuck?
It's pretty rare
If you got a problem with me
You can see me anywhere fuck your bitch
You a cunt bitch you bad
Yeah you suck 19 on me
Yeah it's tucked and he mad
But for what? Switchblades on me you get cut
Don't give a fuck and my money going up
It's going up

Don't know why these niggas talking shit
I'm on they ass
Bitch, I walk round like I'm Jimmy Neutron
Bitch, I let it blast
Bitch don't wanna see the drip
She the worst I ever had
Saw some niggas that was fake
Always knew it wouldn't last
Call me rich, cause I'm rich
Suck my motherfucking dick nigga mad
'cause I'm rapping better than he ever did
He down bad
Now he got to entertain a fat bitch
Had to go ghost all my bros
Cause the money lacking

I shake my hands rubber bands
Making big deposit's a big advance
I keep that pole like it's a Wiimote
Make him dance
My bros fell out I feel like Rino
Give a damn i couldn't give a shit
And this bitch so bad at top I swear
That I'm just bout to leave this shit
Fuck a Jesus piece I barb my
Neck until I'm bleeding it
Y-You look at me funny but
I'm Goku and you Frieza, bitch
Drag him to the back I pack
His body in the freezer, bitch

I'm with my Nova niggas
Shout out my bro lieu
We been tryna work for a minute
So this shit is overdue
What you thinking 'bout me?
Oh wait, I don't care
Into your soul, I stare oh you said you sad
Don't give a fuck cause life is never fair
Shoot you like a target like a rabbit
Like a fucking hare
Talking to myself inside the mirror
Is anyone there? Shut the fuck up bitch
Don't want to talk to you don't make a scene
I don't even give a fuck at this point
If I come off mean

Oh, oh, oh, oh i get my money like oh, oh
I hit it from the back, go uh, uh (Okay)
He like a stack, go uh, uh
I got bands (Slat, slat)
And they're all blue (Okay) she said (Huh?)
"Hey SEBii, why you cute?" (yeah)
"Hey, SEBii, wanna do me?"
"Hit it raw like sushi"
They don't really like me (Like me)
So they want to sue me (Sue, sue, sue)
I just want to sue you (Sue, sue)
I'm just 'bout that loot-loot
On the cypher with lieu-lieu
Who had a clue, clue?
(Clue, clue, clue, clue)

You stupid
Crack inside my pocket, I might use it
Coughing pack got me coughing mucus
You got a strap
You not gon' use it boy that's useless
I'm off that pack, pack, pack, pack
I'm sipping Ac, Ac, Ac, Ac
She said she like dat, dat, dat
Wait a minute rebooting
Your whole gang be losing
You like the way we moving
My pockets keep on oozing
Your music got me snoozing
Bring the tools in grooving
Your boy moving

Die