Freestyle Isle
Creeping and crawling just like a beetle
On these beats killing it just like a lethal needle
You praying at the steeple with other people
I'm feeling like a villain because I'm super evil
Supermodel
The poster type
You suppose to wife
You ain't supposed to fight
But most of the time she's always right
I do not like to fight
But if you lacking gotta put you in the afterlife
Pure as raw coke
You asking homie for some money but nah he broke
Laughing at the homies nah sike you the joke
I'll crack you like a fresh egg
Turn you into yolk
You on your knees
I squeeze you like a lemon then you wheeze
Bitch your pussy stank just like some cheese
Make me sneeze
Sitting wearing black feel the breeze
Hit you with that comeback
Calling me digs
Cause you know I got the throwback
Look back
Hit that
She sucking on the dick calling it Tic Tac
Yea you know I glow
Plant me in the ground and I grow
I'll cook you like some chicken on the stove
Bitch you acting like a toddler
Get up off the ground I am not your fucking father
I am not boxer I'm a brawler
Don't make me go and walk you with a leash and a collar
I am not a doctor
But I'll hit you with the step back like Kemba Walker
Hit that bitch once then I block her
Shut you're fucking mouth u are such a loud talker
On these beats killing it just like a lethal needle
You praying at the steeple with other people
I'm feeling like a villain because I'm super evil
Supermodel
The poster type
You suppose to wife
You ain't supposed to fight
But most of the time she's always right
I do not like to fight
But if you lacking gotta put you in the afterlife
Pure as raw coke
You asking homie for some money but nah he broke
Laughing at the homies nah sike you the joke
I'll crack you like a fresh egg
Turn you into yolk
You on your knees
I squeeze you like a lemon then you wheeze
Bitch your pussy stank just like some cheese
Make me sneeze
Sitting wearing black feel the breeze
Hit you with that comeback
Calling me digs
Cause you know I got the throwback
Look back
Hit that
She sucking on the dick calling it Tic Tac
Yea you know I glow
Plant me in the ground and I grow
I'll cook you like some chicken on the stove
Bitch you acting like a toddler
Get up off the ground I am not your fucking father
I am not boxer I'm a brawler
Don't make me go and walk you with a leash and a collar
I am not a doctor
But I'll hit you with the step back like Kemba Walker
Hit that bitch once then I block her
Shut you're fucking mouth u are such a loud talker
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Valentino
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