KushPak Freestyle Songtext
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KushPak Freestyle Songtext
Yeah, check
It′s Lofty, you already knew
Nigga came in, fat sack of the dro
In my backpack, yeah, the shit base head
Pussy ass nigga, I already said
My motherfucking name, I don't need to repeat
Hot pink coke sack full of that skeet
Base head backpack full of that white
Lofty in this bitch, serving up all night, damn!
Now I′m leaning to the left, dawg
Smoke kush, lose my breath, dawg
Got a strap in my knickerbockers
Hollow points be them certified nigga-stompers
Lofty's wiling in this bitch
And all y'all hoes, y′all can′t handle it
Lofty's wiling in this bitch
And all y′all hoes can't handle shit, bitch
Bah!
Bah!
Bah! (you feel me?)
Damn, damn
Full of swell, hoe, damn
What?
Rewind money, it come right back
And every time when I rap, I′m right on track
Yeah, I put my feet on the shit like that
What you talking 'bout, nigga? You can′t write that
No, you can't rock these, nigga, these damn Pradas
Man, you talking 'bout yo′ money, man, nah, nada
Man, I come up on this shit, yeah, I′m hotter
Fuck this nigga, man, I'm hotter than Nevada
Come up on the track, bitch, yeah, I need fifty stack
Best believe I blow ′em off, yes, you know we copping racks
I ain't even talking ′bout these niggas 'cause they shop at Set
I be at that Nordstrom, nigga, yeah, you boredom
I know what it is, nigga, yeah, I′m so important
Balling in this shit like my name is Michael Jordan
Hopping from the free throw line, bitch, I'm fresh
And, yeah, how you know, man? I do this shit to death
Bitch, what you said 'bout a nigga like yo′ boy? Yeah
Ride real clean and I stay with the tour
Got the nine millimeter and a fucking MAC-11
All you pussy niggas gon′ get sent to Heaven
Why, I'm a gorilla pimp, yeah, I′m mackin'
All they fucking bitches, yeah, I make the shit happen
Ho chose up to a real pimp like yo′ boy
So I said, "Bitch, yeah, we roll money for the boys"
I can serve on the fucking corner for the paper
All these hoes and a marijuana vape
While I keep in Hell and these hoes keep sellin'
They pussy, I hope I end up in Heaven
Done did some fucked up shit, nigga, fuck that
Got the nine millimeter, all black fucking strap
With the wood grip, pussy nigga do somethin′
Ruben fucking Slikk, man, he ain't say nothin' (nothin′)
It′s Lofty, you already knew
Nigga came in, fat sack of the dro
In my backpack, yeah, the shit base head
Pussy ass nigga, I already said
My motherfucking name, I don't need to repeat
Hot pink coke sack full of that skeet
Base head backpack full of that white
Lofty in this bitch, serving up all night, damn!
Now I′m leaning to the left, dawg
Smoke kush, lose my breath, dawg
Got a strap in my knickerbockers
Hollow points be them certified nigga-stompers
Lofty's wiling in this bitch
And all y'all hoes, y′all can′t handle it
Lofty's wiling in this bitch
And all y′all hoes can't handle shit, bitch
Bah!
Bah!
Bah! (you feel me?)
Damn, damn
Full of swell, hoe, damn
What?
Rewind money, it come right back
And every time when I rap, I′m right on track
Yeah, I put my feet on the shit like that
What you talking 'bout, nigga? You can′t write that
No, you can't rock these, nigga, these damn Pradas
Man, you talking 'bout yo′ money, man, nah, nada
Man, I come up on this shit, yeah, I′m hotter
Fuck this nigga, man, I'm hotter than Nevada
Come up on the track, bitch, yeah, I need fifty stack
Best believe I blow ′em off, yes, you know we copping racks
I ain't even talking ′bout these niggas 'cause they shop at Set
I be at that Nordstrom, nigga, yeah, you boredom
I know what it is, nigga, yeah, I′m so important
Balling in this shit like my name is Michael Jordan
Hopping from the free throw line, bitch, I'm fresh
And, yeah, how you know, man? I do this shit to death
Bitch, what you said 'bout a nigga like yo′ boy? Yeah
Ride real clean and I stay with the tour
Got the nine millimeter and a fucking MAC-11
All you pussy niggas gon′ get sent to Heaven
Why, I'm a gorilla pimp, yeah, I′m mackin'
All they fucking bitches, yeah, I make the shit happen
Ho chose up to a real pimp like yo′ boy
So I said, "Bitch, yeah, we roll money for the boys"
I can serve on the fucking corner for the paper
All these hoes and a marijuana vape
While I keep in Hell and these hoes keep sellin'
They pussy, I hope I end up in Heaven
Done did some fucked up shit, nigga, fuck that
Got the nine millimeter, all black fucking strap
With the wood grip, pussy nigga do somethin′
Ruben fucking Slikk, man, he ain't say nothin' (nothin′)
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