Lil Twist - Inkrebile lyrics

(This is the first freestyle
Since the shina's got out of line)
(Young Money)

Young Money Cash Money
(yeah) , Im the young boy
Im goin' a little recognition
Like Brandon Roy (what up)
Im bout' to go nuts for fun
Call it almond joy (get it)
And I'mma bee hidin' in the summer calldaroy
The Young Money popstar
(yeah) , I'mma rock her
I got your girl combination
Watch I'll lock her
Get it they say im silly
Well I'mma lease a rapper to
The youngin" Lil' Diggy

Re-Rest in peace Pac, Re-Rest
In Biggy, but twizzy
Im more like The Beatles in my city (rock)
Why? Cause, I know what's uppa
And I don't call these young
Artists rappers their suppa
Im eating all these rappers
Whoever claim they better
I tell them to get off my meat
My peckerwood and my decker
And get ready cause im comin' for ya
Better get your whole team to
Start running for ya

Holdin' campaignins I don't care if
Your famous im on fire
Like im cannin', it won't help
Me if it's rainin', not complainin'
Cause im indestructible crazy
Mother truckable
When im livein' like the Huxtable's

Now get off my testicles im illy-illy
The kid like Gille willy
I get more "P" than a hat of a Philly
Hold up well let me keep that to myself
Black and White like the ref
Im rockin' shorts for the def, ugh
Im the hardest working artist
Im the smartest
Im the modest hit them muggers
Like a? and get out (ugh)
101 game now sit out and if
Im nasty to you haters
Then you can go and spit out

I be doing if I fly better grab
Your tissue when my ish drop
Cause it's gonna be like diarrhea
Droppin stacks at galleria
Hollin at these mama mia's (yeah)
Im so Inkredible, switchin' up on ya kids
You better buy a vowel
I make you sweat so you
Better buy a towel and
I know who's who's now who's
Looking for the aisle

Not we, cause we in Young Money
We sick in your tummy, we make your
Nose runny yeah we make your nose runny
Got a house full of chicks
I call it twist clyde bunnies (yeah)

Sh-Shall I keep going? Keep flowing? Throw my
Chain up, and then it starts snowing, start
Storming, start hailing whatever they
Call it yeah
It's hailing cause it's ice falling
Yeah your kid still ballin'

Im runnin' out of breath
Im feelin myself if no one else
(who cares) Cause
I don't care about what you do
Because it's me against you
Like 2x2 or 3x3 yes I'mma do me spell my
Name "T" "W" Mr capital "T" oh
Wait I missed the freakin "I"
"S", cause I is the best
And I will freakin dissect
All you freaking rap-ets

Im nasty on the track like rat sex im happy
Because I got a mad check mr little "T"
Mr 1 point 3 young mula ba-by (yeah)

(ok, I just had to go in ya dig)
(Shout out to my little bro diggy
I see you mr atlantic, Young Money)
(What up Free'd, Ya Dig)