Odd Future - Freestyle at Terry's Studio lyrics

Y'all niggas got problems what the
Fuck I got? Burners
What the fuck you saying to a real-ass nigga
Come through the streets
I got my car on ice skates
What the fuck you saying to me dog, I'm mean
Off top, came in, hit him in the spleen
Got a problem with it, chain all clean
Bitches on site, bitch I don't write
Off top, let these niggas know some dog

The AK-47 leave a nigga holey
Red sauce on his shirt, bowl of ravioli
I'm making that cheese, bowl of macaroni
I'm a make you my new tenderoni

Creep into your crib
I'll kill your daughter and your son
Then I'll hit you up with a fucking water gun
With the Odd Future water gun
It's on the shirt
I'll put you on the shirt, nigga, in the dirt
I ain't ready to lead the rap hold up, nigga

Bring it back
Niggas think the AK shit don't split
I don't give a fuck I fucked my bitch

In her pussy, what the fuck you looking at?
Got a problem nigga
I could show you where we cooking at
Real nigga off top with the spit
I'm a rob til I switch to my man Dom Gen

You already know Young Dom's pop the heater
Come and slam a bitch like a WWE diva
I go HAM on the track, tote the MAC
Any nigga talk shit
I'm a smack him with the strap
I been had bitches, been had money
Been had True Religions nigga
Ain't a thing funny
So racked up, I could buy the mall
Come through shopping Mr big and Mr tall

Yellow diamonds on my neck like a taxicab
Bop, bop, bleed like a Maxipad

Real nigga off the top with it
Come through, my diamonds look like
Clicquot in the spot, nigga
Off top with the spit, bitch
I'm in the lobby, what is it? Piff lit
Real nigga off top, rich, bitch
Burner in the back, smack him in his dick

I be on the block, I be selling crack
I got that spicy-ass money
Call it pepper jack
You know Doms is riding with the heater
I come through

I'm getting this green like a rake
I'm sneaky like a snake

I'm a hit a lick
I'm a hit a lick on your bitch tonight, nigga
If she don't act right, nigga, I'm a
Hit a lick on that bitch tonight
Nigga, if she don't act right tonight
I'm a hit

Be the witness, my nigga, I sell dope
I got fresh work, it came off the sailboat
Bitch ass niggas

I'm so icy that I need four wrists
Thirty bitches and my wolves in the forest

I'm big shit, you're poo little
Talking to your bitch, I'm Dr dolittle