citimall - crow freestyle

Grandmaster, Sachin combined with Vishwanathan (Vishwanathan)
A hundred hundreds on openings so you can't outclass em (No, No)
Swami hai loose toh abhi main machaunga matham (Matham)
I feel the need for speed jaise flash running staright to Gotham (Go)
N95 mere muh par
Skills nahi phaile mere bars yaha thuk kar
Curry type shooter
Splash bros, Space Jam talent wapas aya mere paas ball chukar
MJ shit alley oop kar
Ric Flair drip matlab bhai mere Woo kar
Juggernaut shit toh ab move kar
Warna uda dunga tujhe hawe mein jaise tu kabootar
Hard hitter, public spitter, always winner but she never give a fuck about me
Eating dinner, chicken liver, but I keep an eye open keep like illuminati
Paranormal like the poltergeist and I
Burned the bread so we making rice
So I split the sea, and I set I the scene, Moses pave the way for the Israelites
Cocaine on the table booger sugar but we so high up it look like baby powder
In gazeebo smoking nemo now we on to corals like a fucking flounder
Just got featured on the Rolling Stone
And now we on our way to playing at Rolling louder
So I pop a Crocin, call the bros and hit the road
Ye I’ll bitch I’ll see you later
She told me she feels good when I tell her to go low (Go Low)
Get outta bed, my hoodie be red I'm on fleek bro (Fleek Bro)
They tell me I bring the storm don't call me a skengman (Skengman)
Come with gang gang shotta banng bang
Rata Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng
Prophit got logic, we got a few problems he'll come and solve it
Give me a few bombs y'all cannot stop me
I be doin the pop and lock with the 9s and Glocks
Why yo bitch run at me with my nike jocks
VVs ain't me I prefer uncut rock
The crows gon flock
The children shocked
The snitch is shot
Oh shit
Am I too insane for you lot
Ite Listen
When the fuck you gonna get my tuition
I’m tired of your business
You a broke ass bitch, Pippen your mission a letter L
Swingin’ at you with the kettlebell
Flexing Razers while you're stuck on Dell
Homie don’t know me, he thinks I’m a phony
Well Sectumsempra bitch I’m casting spells
Lightwork Imma wear you like a school bag
One false move, you’re gonna end up in a toe tag
Two false moves, wrap you up like a durag
Three false moves, say hello to my lil mag
Writin’ your eulogy
You know what that shit’s gonna do to me
Hell nah Imma do that shit easily
Cuz bitches gonna show me, bitches don’t know me

Written by:
Aditya Arun, Arsalaan Abbas, Aryan Vakharia, Ishaan Rao, Nathan Solomon

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