2K FREESTYLE

2DIRTYY Chain, fake Yeah, yeah, uh Glocky, glocky Yeah, ayy! Spaz, spaz (ayy) I grip on the stick, bitch I grip automatic These niggas they fake, they faker than plastic I stay with the tool just like a mechanic You not gon' shoot nigga, can it I pull up and shoot, not shootin' no candids They bullets they rip 'em, he need a bandage The hollows will tear through 'em like a fabric Boy stop all the cap, boy stop all the antics In these niggas' songs, they fuck up my adlibs Pull up with the chrome and it can get tragic I make him disappear like magic The Glock with the dick, it get pornographic Pull up with the poles, turn him holographic Pull up with the beam and I'm wreakin' havoc You is a bitch, you not a savage And I got yo' bitch tied up in my attic I put it in rare like she is hispanic Better change yo' plan, better change yo' tactics I pull up on block, then that nigga panic Pull up with the Glock, leave that nigga tatted But that nigga go, better check his status Get hit with the pole, got that nigga spazzin' I fuck up her back, I'm givin' her spasms I'm killin' that nigga, throw him in a casket But close yo' eyes before shit get graphic Pull up with the glizz, split him like a atom My money is small, my money elastic I leave him underwater, Titanic I poured me a four now, I'm finna test it Full clip, shoot a panoramic Get hit with the Glock, change the demographic That nigga a snitch, nigga stop rappin' The bullets they kiss, uh, romantic Bitch, I got the clips, boy stop the theatrics The chopper get wild, but the shit get jurrasic Pull up with the tool, I shoot like a basket Pull up with the shot, leave him in a casket My nigga stay with it, my niggas aggressive Pull up on that nigga if he not attentive Not takin' my chain 'cause I got a weapon We can get lit, we can get festive The Glock with the dick, you get molested This thing on my side just like a detective The bullets abuse him, we get domestic I bought me designer, boy, this shit expensive I put him on TV, uh, Progressive I look at your money, that shit not impressive The glocky is on me, this shit is oppressive This nigga get popped like anti-depressant Pull up with the dick, I'm sprayin' propellant Chopper go ssssss, Febreeze! Shawty a thot, she get on her knees You don't fit the lick, don't fit the description Bitch I'm in Detroit, I ball like a Piston Pull up on his house, don't need no permission I leave 'em wrapped up, Egyptian Pull up with the beam and eat 'em like Skittles I send him home, early dismissal And I get yo' bitch, get played like a fiddle That nigga want problems, he get stumped like a riddle These niggas they rats, Stuart Little Too cool for school, I stay in detention You say that's yo' bitch, why she in my mentions Turn him to a ghost, Danny Phantom (ha, ha) Glocky! 2DIRTYY I'm king of this shit, yeah, I do it with elegance I'm in the zone, I'm in my element I'm with the spiders and all of 'em venomous Can't give me brain if the bitch unintelligent Hoes are retarded, I guess I'll be celibate Indian nigga, I'm up on a elephant Why you be rapping if you so irrelevant? Wait 'til your genitals go through development I hit his skeleton, turn it to gelatin Make his spirit fly up high like a pelican Fuck a human being amount of melanin Doesn't make a nigga more-so malevolent You know I tell 'em it, animal delegate Stealing and burning and kill for the hell of it All of these rappers is funny, it evident All of 'em fucking witchu for the benefit Do I be fucking with them, it's a negative Niggas be actin' complacent on sedatives All of yo' music is getting repetitive Like how I rap on this track but it's better if I just get credited, I ain't invented it I just be gassing you all off adrenaline I'm so competitive Everyone got they opinion, but all of it relative I'm in the cut my niggas, bacteria Always be honest with niggas that near to ya' Niggas fall off always acting superior I'm in the gut of this slut, her interior Wanna join us, you don't meet the criteria I got the rocket that popping in Syria I be so cold to these nigga, Siberia If I'm on the track, get up, nigga I carry ya Pull out yo' spine, make a nigga invertebrate I'm in the city, it got a high murder rate Pussy ass niggas be talking, they sure to hate Should I abort this lil' nigga, that's her debate Uhhh Pull up I dump out a, "Wait, running man, running man" Someone better get a weight, put a gram on a pan! Bitch you on the front of gate, jump it then, jump it then Fuck it get a cutter mate, GTA on demand Vroom, vroom! Might hotwire the whip and I zoom, zoom! These niggas be shittin' like boom, boom! I'm winnin' I'm grinnin', a loon toon! That nigga want smoke but ain't put in They butthole, I'm puttin' my foot in Get out of yo' feelings, you could win But you way too cold to be cool then! Ahhh! I put my dick in her mouth and she suck it up! I'm on yo' block and I'm barkin' like, "What is up" I will not fuck a hoe unless her butt is up! Nigga be sucking toes, man what the fuck is up wit' em! My gun on my denim, I send him to Heaven! I get 'em outside of the 7-Eleven! He want it I bring 'em, a spider I sting 'em! The poison is in 'em, I'm done on the rhythm! Yeah, hahahaha!