Infinite Freestyle

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Izaya Tiji - Rap, USA

Infinite Freestyle

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[Verse 1] Yeah, she wanna taste the chopper, put it to your mouth (Ok is the hardest, I swear to God) (We-we gon' be ok) Load this bitch wit' some pressure, 'cause this shit going South We shootin' like 2020 Lakers, we pull up then we out Why my pockets looking lumpy? Like, "Ew, bitch, get around" Mash that ho then get in stomping, boy, we gon' take you down I dare a nigga to call his posse, we take they ass all out But now for dinner, they ass hungry, them broke-ass boys, they starving They probably 'round me, know how it be, then get a faceful of this Glocky (Way) I would let your bitch top me, she don't even care if you (Ahh) Can't take too much, I'm wilding, remember I tried to OD when I was 14 Nigga tryna press on me, well, he ballsy Pop out with chops, and he calling Wanted my diamonds all white, they gnarly Promise this K gon' stop a nigga heartbeat Run up on Zay Way, know that that's costly Better be a joke, yeah, he better be joshing, yeah [Bridge] For real, we had to clutch on that nigga These niggas don't know, nigga, we don't talk about shit like that (Rrrr) I feel like some things I just gotta keep to myself [Verse 2] I would say he a dead man to his face, I don't fear him I could come in paranoid, fuck what it take, sound like I'm Iron Man I don't really care if it's shake as long as it's fire, I'm still burning it I could really blow you away, he just pop, got my eyes on it I don't really wanna pop that but I got a Glock, ammo reloaded Bro, your song sound so bad, he gotta go back and he gotta re-record it My shit look like alien, got it from Louis V in Portland Glock to your neck, lil' nigga, caught him walking up my doorstep Left your ho, she a poor crap, just look at yourself, you too lame All these niggas so fake, they two-faced Turn to turtle shell like Oogway If I ball on these niggas like Kobe, yeah, yeah I could stand on my money like Giannis, yeah, yeah I want bucks, spend that on a Audi, yeah Never forgive me with timing I need every minute wit'cha Because it is so exciting (Ok is the hardest, I swear to God) I could tell she love the product (We gon' be ok) Yeah, let me cop you some designer Ayy, treat you like it's no one finer Bae, we the hottest like the saunas Yeah, I just handled all my problems Yeah, you want some? Then come and solve 'em, yeah

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  • Izaya Tiji