Red Button Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] Yes Uh-uh Uh-uh [Verse] Who my adversary? Promise it get very scary Always getting cold, I turn that bitch to January I swear these niggas act like bitches, shout out Tyler Perry And you gon' make me close my hand if you keep actin' petty I'm the near future, I'm the inspiration Told that boy to get more goons, the last one hesitated How they let me in this bitch, I had no reservation Swear to god that y'all can't feel me, I'm on masturbation I waited way too long for anyone to hear me out I treat her like your song, I listen oncе and turn her down Young fellow, sad story, you can hold the cеllo Wrist rocky, gettin' cocky, you should tell Geppetto Puppet master, seen cracks that disappear, disaster Jaw wired, still a lion, I feel pure desire Right in science, I see no one that will sit beside me Now I sit inside this club with all this shit beside me And if I tell you live your life, would you go live without me? Why the fuck we all in Paris and yo' lip still pouting? I'm still solvin' all yo' problems, waitin' on you to grow And I think it's time to cut you off like cuticles I'm stuck in the lion's mouth Them killers seekin' for views, just wait 'til they found out We got more bitches and bodies, that's what they cryin' 'bout And when they chime out, it's somethin' else to rhyme 'bout I need somethin' else to rhyme for All my checks Tom Ford Bring them hoes time two, the ugly friend come, too I just made a play and pat my head just like LeBron do Turn that boy to water, wait until my killers find you 5.56, thirty clips, that nigga 5'2" Brick by brick, what I built, I'm on my grind, too Goin' in and out of conscious, I'm fried, too Let's get high, too I don't get high like them I got my heart up on my sleeve, I can't lie like them All this cake that we be getting but we ain't pie like them [Outro] Uh, never That's—