Sean Price, Flood Diesel - Sean Price & Flood Freestyle lyrics
[Sean Price, Flood Diesel - Sean Price & Flood Freestyle lyrics]
Ayo, I ain't a mad rapper
I ain't no back packer
I'm just a cat who will smack
Black off of wack rappers
Niggas acting like they really gon' get me
But the motherfuckers is faker
Than silicon titties p!
R to the ICE see you niggas in Hell with a
Glass of ice for my tea
That's just the way that I be
Like a bitch who like it rough so
I'm trying to fuck Laila Ali
Trying to make dumb dollars
Like Diddy and Dash
Make you motherfucks hollar while you
Give me some cash
Bitches hear the brokest rapper you know
And they still be like
"Ruck what the fuck you
Doing after the show?"
I'm like, "Chill with my wife
Chill with my son
Before I, kill with my knife
I'm ill with my gun"
Yo six million ways to die, choose gun
Add Sean Price
That's like six million and one
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo here I come
The wicked one like Mum Ra yeah run!
This the one they warn you about
That's son and 'em
Niggas from the Brook nam government
The Flood and shit
Niggas said "He prolly got a gun on him"
My origin deep like a fucking arcade
And these niggas weak, yeah butter Parkay
I'm out in these streets
Selling pellets of cocaine
I nearly got knocked
I'm like "Fuck it" the whole thang
Whole thing?
My hustle ring is like phone book
Plus my pinky ring is just so hook
Ask them niggas how I got you shook
Try to front, that's the best you do
That's the same way he left his hood
Now he dead looking not so good
I ain't no back packer
I'm just a cat who will smack
Black off of wack rappers
Niggas acting like they really gon' get me
But the motherfuckers is faker
Than silicon titties p!
R to the ICE see you niggas in Hell with a
Glass of ice for my tea
That's just the way that I be
Like a bitch who like it rough so
I'm trying to fuck Laila Ali
Trying to make dumb dollars
Like Diddy and Dash
Make you motherfucks hollar while you
Give me some cash
Bitches hear the brokest rapper you know
And they still be like
"Ruck what the fuck you
Doing after the show?"
I'm like, "Chill with my wife
Chill with my son
Before I, kill with my knife
I'm ill with my gun"
Yo six million ways to die, choose gun
Add Sean Price
That's like six million and one
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo here I come
The wicked one like Mum Ra yeah run!
This the one they warn you about
That's son and 'em
Niggas from the Brook nam government
The Flood and shit
Niggas said "He prolly got a gun on him"
My origin deep like a fucking arcade
And these niggas weak, yeah butter Parkay
I'm out in these streets
Selling pellets of cocaine
I nearly got knocked
I'm like "Fuck it" the whole thang
Whole thing?
My hustle ring is like phone book
Plus my pinky ring is just so hook
Ask them niggas how I got you shook
Try to front, that's the best you do
That's the same way he left his hood
Now he dead looking not so good