Skrilla Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] So Cold I Do Em, huh? Shit got me kinda hot, you feel me? Fucking up my rhythm Like I have perfect rhythm so I'm scared if it sound a little weird Fuck it, though RJ on the beat [Verse] I'm a demon in the jungle, feasting with others Wonton chops for the rumbles 'Fore I slip or fall, I fumble Catchin' bodies, Haitian hummers And a block? One minute time F&N will break up huddles Gossiping? A lil' bustin' And my ear is diamond clusters Beef with me? We throwin' pit loads At the party, you would slumber Rob who, take what? They know Drakeo keep that thunder Who the fuck wanna be Santa? Bitch, this Grinch gon' get this money When it's time to come play ball, they know I throw on my jersey Catch a nigga, leave him Fetty Wap, like I'm flowing from New Jersey Sneak dissin' on Twitter like your life was really worth it Niggas die every day, B, should've had Rico put a verse on it Paid In Full, I'm Money Mitch, I can show you how to stunt like him Since niggas wanna run mouth, shit, then I guess they know how to run from lead Drakeo, Drakeo Drakeo, all California gon' know my name Took a trip to Alhambra, now I'm off-white like I snort cocaine Moncler Off-White, man them niggas swear to God I sold cocaine Pull up on your kid's school, sometimes I swear to God I ain't got no brain Keep shooting up all these empty cars, I swear to God they ain't got no aim [Outro] Pussy-ass niggas, shit Come on, my nigga, I do this on my spare time, you feel me? This shit really regular Niggas already know the deal with me, you feel me I count chilli out, that's all I do, you feel me? I'ma keep doing that That's all I do Alright Alright Yeah, this shit regular, though, nigga Come on now, I'm not with all that sneak dissin' and beefin' I'm just tryna rap, you feel me? I'm just tryna do me Niggas over here hating and all that Niggas see me in traffic and wanna run from a nigga and all that Damn What happened? Niggas was just tough on Instagram on them videos and shit, I'm just saying though I'm the same nigga, in the streets and on the mic, you feel me? You understand me? Come on, this shit regular, though, you feel me? Shit, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty pieces, a hundred pieces, and all dat Man this regular, we do this every day It's the Stinc Team, dumbass I could bop bop Ling Ling and all dat Come on, stop playing You know the deal It's really regular Alright Ugh, shit