XXL, Comethazine, Tierra Whack, Roddy Ricch - XXL Freshmen 2019 Cypher - Part 3 lyrics

Claim he gon' get me, claim he gon' rush me
We outside your spot, now nigga
Time to get ugly
Have him shitting in his pants
Nigga pass him a Huggie
Choppa bullets make him dance
Look he hitting his Dougie
Catch him lacking do your thang
Then clean up the spot
'Cause who gon leave some evidence, nigga
I'm not i paid a hundred for the Forces
Now there's blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker, bitch
I'm not finna wash em
She said ever since you got rich
You act like a dick
Nah, bitch, that ain't it
I just cannot trust a bitch
Man, they think I got a problem
'cause I smoke out the pound
Shit, I'll roll up 'round you niggas
And won't pass it around
And if a nigga got a problem, bitch
I got the four pound
38 put eight bullets in and spin it around
Put a potato on the barrel, bitch
It won't make a sound
Shoot a nigga like a layup
But I'm laying him down, gang

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
Fuck all that talkin', let's do it
I keep me a ruler
Bitch, I grew up with the shooters
Slide in the back of the red with the roof up
I got all white diamonds, Ku Klux
My bitch be naggin' too much
Bringin' rain and magic too much
I don't wear my Patek too much
I be really, really
Really gettin' pissed off
Wear my Fendi even like my
Shirt look pissed off, yeah
I got expensive habit's, huh
Ace of Spades when I'm thirsty
Plug lemme get it dirt cheap
We gon' pull up to the club 30 deep, ayy
Spent 10 racks on my dog, nigga
That bitch gon' alert me
Ayy, made it out the trap
When it touchdown my dog gon' chirp me, hmm
Knew how to whip it before I
Walked inside the first grade
Knocked it out the park, I got
Rich off of first grade, it's rich
Yeah, yeah, yeah

The queen of my city I
Prove it in this freestyle, philly
Mean mugging all your cheap smiles
You a beach chair you fold, I'm a beach towel
The way I come around
Everybody remain the same you know my name
With a dollar, with a dream
I changed the game
Wait, a beach towel folds too
I'll beat your ass if you run up on my crew
Like a child at the zoo or a kid at the beach
I keep talking 'bout the beach but I'm
Trying to dig deep in the sand
I leave my eyes open when I sleep, I'm a man
WO at the beginning, bumping John Lennon
In my all white linen suit getting loose
Your boo think this a kissin' booth
I dip and shoot
I need space like missin' tooth
Now this is proof
I ain't even wanna do this
But I knew this would prove it
I'm a teacher to you students, uh
Peppermint soap, I brag and I boast
I rack at my nose, you rappers a joke
I step on your throat, I laugh to the bank
With a bag full of pranks, I'm the shit
So please don't be mad when I stank
Yo, you ride in Uber pools
Hot but I'm super cool
Make hit's, Mayweather on you April Fools
Take your jewels
Break the rules then I make the rules
They hate on me but see I hate to lose, yo
Winner at heart, the joys of my art
Used to want to be lighter but
I still shine bein' dark, yo
I play my part, they all pay me respect
My next pet is a giraffe
'cause I'm coming for necks, queen