BigPhlex - Quick Freestyle

Man, what it do
BigPhlex, huh
We in the studio
Boy, they was saying they want the 2018 BigPhlex back
Say, man, where the freestyles been at

Look, yeah, the freestyles, I know that they been stuck up in the backseat
Pull the chopper out and leave him running like a track meet
And I got your bitch sweating, yeah, just like an athlete
If you got some problems, pussy boy, you better at me
If you pussies wanna talk it, then you better walk it
I done stuffed a hundred bands, yeah, in my pocket
And you know that I'm the smartest, cause I'm dropping knowledge
I might hit up Johnny Dang so he can go ice out my pockets

I done blew a hundred bands right here up on his whip, bitch
And I swear to God, yeah, I don't rock no Fitbit
Cause I really wear the ice out on my wrist, bitch
Then I dropped a thousand diamonds on my necklace
Fuck with me, I'll put your ass all in a pendant
And you know that I be swinging like a vet did
And I ain't no fucking rookie, I be smashing shit
And I swear on me, I ain't even sipping activis

I just be sipping Sprite and that shit so crisp
And your bitch stepped out of line, she on my dick
And she ain't even no penny, and she a diamond
And I might just make her ass my wifey
Remind me of Scooby Doo, she trifling
She trying to go make a movie, Spike Lee
Every day her man's up on the gram, I know he spite me
But I know that pussy boy won't fight me

Talking down all on my name, I swear to God
You don't want to do that or you might go meet God
I ain't never got to do that, bitch, I'll send a hit
And I swear on me, yeah your bitch, she all on dick, bitch

Written by:
Alexzander Huettl

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