FUCK 12 FREESTYLE

Lyrics

[Intro: CHRIST DILLINGER] Yeah, and fuck all you rappers (Listen up, ayy let's get this going) Ayy, ayy, damn, damn, damn [Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER] Hop on the beat like a pogo And read out my logo My bitch is official Yo' bitch Quasimodo I keep a phone, I ain't talking no local But niggas talk down and make me go loco Me and my niggas pull up in a photo It's just me and Darkie, the rest is all hoes though Suck and they suck and they wanna take photos I'm all for the sub but a fake is a no-no Get back in the trap, we go ham For pull forth for all of my niggas, trapping, all my niggas that scam PayPal, Cash App, TD Banks, City Bank with the plays Real niggas don't give a damn I'm motivated, the beat is cremated, the crime we committed was premeditated Spitting the strongest, but nigga I'm faded I'm fucking your bitch like her pussy the greatest She said that I'm sadist, that bitch get degraded These niggas pay famous, the cap is so heinous I ride around with a strap like it's legal I'm high as a bird, I twist the sound like a eagle Niggas think that they are rapping but they are just talking He say he got bitches but he just be stalking The game is evolving but, I'm Richard Dawkins If she acting stupid, this bitch end up walking My fist gave him blisters, you'd think he was talking Bitch was just watching dark had to drop him I think I had an epiphany You is not sick as me And I got rifles as big as me Heard that this nigga was after me Pistol gon' pay me like masterpiece Nigga just speak the audacity As soon as you think about passing me You do what he do, and what he do Nigga you don't fool me Nigga that shit ain't you Nigga, fake love, it just real hate And I'm too real so I can't relate Where I just stay away from the fucking fakes Say I'm Christ Dillinger, hey fuck the jakes (Ayy, free frank) [Verse 2: Lil Darkie] Fuck 12 like a dozen groupies Saying free Fourteen, that's a cousin to me Most niggas just care about who you truly Niggas cut up a show like a fucking movie, nigga I'ma shit on you faggots, I got diarrhoea I'm fucking your bitch on my bed from IKEA You speaking on Darkie? Retarded idea Don't ask me for nothing, I'm deaf I can't hear ya Shut up, you yapping a lot you get fucked up And why am I thinking you'll regret Talking shit but you didn't on me yet Bite down, right now I could really give a fuck if you don't walk 'round Talk down, pussy I don't wanna pop rounds If you pulling me, I'll hit you with the top down You ain't fooling me I'll get you and it's hopped out Get down, pop a fed now Yoda got a hold on my daughter I got a jet now, rode a motor, hits on my scrotum I got it red now Thoughts away, I'm passing the clouds but then it splat, plow Hop out nigga look at my stick, yuh Hop up nigga look at my stick Stick in the mud, stickin' that blunt, yuh She just want a pickle like rick, yuh She just want a pickle like rick, yuh She just want a pickle like rick, yuh She just want a pickle like rick, yuh She just want a pickle like rick, yuh She just wanna tickle my dick, yuh She just wanna wiggle my member I don't remember, smoking on embers I got the heat like I'm into December, yuh Pulling that Glock like raider Reason I'ma flight, I'll fade her Rinse that shit Running her by like "later" Bumping that Tyler, The Creator She said "Shit," folk You can get stuffed like coke, coke, coke She can get rough, get broke, broke, broke I don't fuck with the new folk, yuh I don't fuck with the new folk, folk, folk Smoking a blunt of that dope, dope, dope Bitch, you come 'round, you get soaked, soaked, soaked I ain't got rental, get po, po, po, po, oh Bitch, bitch, bitch ask me when I woke, woke, woke You can get shit at you spoke, spoke, spoke First rapper on paper, dirt nap to all my haters (Later!)