Urhighness - Dead Stock (Freestyle)

Up it, bang on a nigga like LeBron on the dunk
Asthma attack how I'm ridin' with the pump
A nigga from the slums ridin' with that 90, leave him slumped
This grill a 101, mama said it ain't no one-on-ones
So you gettin' jumped, y'all be virgins with the beef
I don't give a fuck, she don't know that after she give it up
She gettin' dumped, it's 2023, we don't wife no sluts
I know she for the streets, I feel it in my gut
I know she got a BBL, I feel it in her butt
Shawty want a baby, but I'm stingy with the nut
I'm bout my dough, don't play with my cheese like Pizza Hut
Two sleeves worth of tattoos, lookin' like graffiti
Shawty pussy like in vacation, I ain't talkin' Tahiti
I'm always at her house, cause I know that she gon' feed me
She gon' eat this dick up, I know she greedy, know she needy

She get her own, but swear, she don't need me
Beat it crazy, now all of her friends wanna meet me
Too bad I already disappeared like my name Houdini
I wish a nigga would, in this bitch, I'm not a genie
I'm not that
You cop merch
Just to get your niggas put on them shirts
We do em worse, every time I go berserk
We put in work, send him to the nurse
Now we got the opps so scared, the only save place is church
I send a dum-dum through your door like his name is Lurch
He hid, I searched, if he caught, then he murked
Even the Goldilock was not durk
Funny, the reaper think he created dirt
I'm hot, boy, no Turk
I won't text her, I just sex her
Eat it right, I beat it extra
Drive electrifying like a Tesla
Pipes gon' bust when it's pressure
And we got pipes for you hecklers
Catch you slippin' like Odell
Hit you with somethin' that got more kick than David Beckham
Car crash, we just wreck him
You can't get worse if we best him
i brought choppa off of dead stock
Control a bitch like a Xbox
She give the best top
Harlem nights, prior to that, it was Red Fox
Hammer on me like Bam Bam from Bed Rock
Soon as we ID'd the nigga, it was them head shots
On the tec and the best Glock
See me dreadlocks, why wrestle with a nigga
When I could just make the leg pop, no leg drop
Catch him at a rest stop, leave him flat like desktop
Docs couldn't even stitch him like Chinese sweatshops

Written by:
Roy Shivers

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