COPY (Freestyle)
LinXX on the track
Got that drip
Made that hit
She just sipped
Now she's lit
All the ice on my body
You know I got a few shawties
Your effort is like really shoddy
You already know she likes it sloppy
I do some shit, then you copy
She said I'm hot kinda like some coffee, ayy
Bussdown on my wrist
Bust it down on the bitch
I'm really not that fuckin' rich
I'm rapping while you hit fucking high pitch
I said I'm so tired of the lies
Don't even know why you try
Not getting me back, stop tryna' pry
Ayy, I'm so tired, but I hit a rise
Too many diamonds on, can't stand up
Bitch's raps funny like stand-up
I came out of the blue, kinda random
In-and-out of sight like a phantom
How's this for an album?
Pull out the magnum
Nah, I'm playing, pull out the candle
Light it up around
Find my way around
In a town that seems abandoned
Boy, you faker than the diamonds on your wrist
Boy, you faker than the gold 'round your neck
Boy, you faker than my last set of friends
Don't give a fuck no more
You know that's what a home's for
I don't know what I flow for
No more, no more
I don't want no more
Song after song, they asking me to flow more
Got that drip
Made that hit
She just sipped
Now she's lit
All the ice on my body
You know I got a few shawties
Your effort is like really shoddy
You already know she likes it sloppy
I do some shit, then you copy
She said I'm hot kinda like some coffee, ayy
Bussdown on my wrist
Bust it down on the bitch
I'm really not that fuckin' rich
I'm rapping while you hit fucking high pitch
I said I'm so tired of the lies
Don't even know why you try
Not getting me back, stop tryna' pry
Ayy, I'm so tired, but I hit a rise
Too many diamonds on, can't stand up
Bitch's raps funny like stand-up
I came out of the blue, kinda random
In-and-out of sight like a phantom
How's this for an album?
Pull out the magnum
Nah, I'm playing, pull out the candle
Light it up around
Find my way around
In a town that seems abandoned
Boy, you faker than the diamonds on your wrist
Boy, you faker than the gold 'round your neck
Boy, you faker than my last set of friends
Don't give a fuck no more
You know that's what a home's for
I don't know what I flow for
No more, no more
I don't want no more
Song after song, they asking me to flow more
Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Heichelbech
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