Hennessy Freestyle
Knock my haters out like Evander
Cause all they do is throw slander
Got the ring like my name Nick Foles
Looking fresh from the head to the shoe soles
Pull up fly
Rocking Fendi
Boy I always look trendy
I'm a number one pick
Pull up rocking the flyest Rick Owens
Spitting out poems
You know that I'm a poet
Bulls shit like Pippen
Like Nas it was written
That one day I would be a star
Pop the champagne
Boy pick up the Chard
Flows like a chef
Look the way I cook it up
And you know I got bars for days
Ball like the Rays up in Tampa Bay
Or ball like the Bucs
I'm Tom Brady
Oh damn this is an anthem
This is a hymn
And you know I pull up with the flyest rims
The flyest Timbs boy
I feel like Nelly
Country Grammar
While all these haters they rot
They are in the rut
Of every joke they're the butt
In my destiny
Imma take the championship
Leave you with a bruised lip
Like my name Cassius Clay
Sipping on that D Usse
Or Alize
It's pay day
Paid in full like Mitch
Just like Roddy boy I am getting rich
Oh in ATL ball like Roddy White
So damn fresh just like a Sprite
Listen to your flows they are so damn trite
Like a lightbulb my mind's always bright
White checks to green paper
Call that the Hulk
Ball on these haters yeah
Yeah pecs or muscles
Man you know that I stay on the hustle
Like Nipsey
Off the Hennessy I get a little tipsy
Diamonds got the nicest hue
Just like the ocean's hue
While yours look like a landfill's residue
And you know I stay loyal to the crew
Like my name Uncle Luke
Flows so sick
I know that you will puke
All these damn haters that I rebuke
You know that I'm dropping nukes
Missiles
Pull up with the flyest textiles
Flows so sick
I know that they are vile
Stack the money up
You know I love my piles
And my girl look just like Big Latto
Got all this money like I won the lotto
I'm getting tens
Y'all getting sevens like a slot machine
Gimme the loot
Like my name was Notorious
On loop on repeat
Shaq and Kobe, get me a three peat
I was dot org or dot com
My life like a rom-com
Bussing bussing
And you know I feel like
Shout out to all my cousins cousins
Boy you know I be rapping like my name Big Sean
It's a new dawn
Girls see me and you know that they fawn
Oh like Offset boy I got the clout
You know I'm rocking Sean John
Like my name was Diddy
Got the power like I'm Fifty Cent
Haters getting bent out of shape
Haters sleeping on me
I know that they snooze
Sipping on that Hennessy
I love my booze
And you know I sip it up
Yeah you whistle
And you know I feel like I'm a pistol
Cause I am always spitting fire
Like a butterfly
And you know I always try oh
Always try to be the best I can be
Spitting words like it's a spelling bee
Haters I eclipse like Pusha T
And Malice
Boy, I drink champagne in the hood
My girl the baddest bitch like Trina
In Detroit got Pams got Ginas
And you know my life like a sitcom
And all these damn girls they want the drama
Celebrate every day
Yo where's the cake
A Kodak
Balling like I'm Bo Jack
Like I play for the Raiders
Feel like rap's savior
Bringing real rap back
You know it's return of the mack
Knock it out the park like my name Big Mac
Mcgwire
And you know I feel like these damn haters liars
And I kill the pest with the Raid
Pull up with the motorcade
Ball like Jordan but never fade away
And you know I be balling like Kobe Bryant
King of this rap shit
You know that I'm a tyrant
Cause all they do is throw slander
Got the ring like my name Nick Foles
Looking fresh from the head to the shoe soles
Pull up fly
Rocking Fendi
Boy I always look trendy
I'm a number one pick
Pull up rocking the flyest Rick Owens
Spitting out poems
You know that I'm a poet
Bulls shit like Pippen
Like Nas it was written
That one day I would be a star
Pop the champagne
Boy pick up the Chard
Flows like a chef
Look the way I cook it up
And you know I got bars for days
Ball like the Rays up in Tampa Bay
Or ball like the Bucs
I'm Tom Brady
Oh damn this is an anthem
This is a hymn
And you know I pull up with the flyest rims
The flyest Timbs boy
I feel like Nelly
Country Grammar
While all these haters they rot
They are in the rut
Of every joke they're the butt
In my destiny
Imma take the championship
Leave you with a bruised lip
Like my name Cassius Clay
Sipping on that D Usse
Or Alize
It's pay day
Paid in full like Mitch
Just like Roddy boy I am getting rich
Oh in ATL ball like Roddy White
So damn fresh just like a Sprite
Listen to your flows they are so damn trite
Like a lightbulb my mind's always bright
White checks to green paper
Call that the Hulk
Ball on these haters yeah
Yeah pecs or muscles
Man you know that I stay on the hustle
Like Nipsey
Off the Hennessy I get a little tipsy
Diamonds got the nicest hue
Just like the ocean's hue
While yours look like a landfill's residue
And you know I stay loyal to the crew
Like my name Uncle Luke
Flows so sick
I know that you will puke
All these damn haters that I rebuke
You know that I'm dropping nukes
Missiles
Pull up with the flyest textiles
Flows so sick
I know that they are vile
Stack the money up
You know I love my piles
And my girl look just like Big Latto
Got all this money like I won the lotto
I'm getting tens
Y'all getting sevens like a slot machine
Gimme the loot
Like my name was Notorious
On loop on repeat
Shaq and Kobe, get me a three peat
I was dot org or dot com
My life like a rom-com
Bussing bussing
And you know I feel like
Shout out to all my cousins cousins
Boy you know I be rapping like my name Big Sean
It's a new dawn
Girls see me and you know that they fawn
Oh like Offset boy I got the clout
You know I'm rocking Sean John
Like my name was Diddy
Got the power like I'm Fifty Cent
Haters getting bent out of shape
Haters sleeping on me
I know that they snooze
Sipping on that Hennessy
I love my booze
And you know I sip it up
Yeah you whistle
And you know I feel like I'm a pistol
Cause I am always spitting fire
Like a butterfly
And you know I always try oh
Always try to be the best I can be
Spitting words like it's a spelling bee
Haters I eclipse like Pusha T
And Malice
Boy, I drink champagne in the hood
My girl the baddest bitch like Trina
In Detroit got Pams got Ginas
And you know my life like a sitcom
And all these damn girls they want the drama
Celebrate every day
Yo where's the cake
A Kodak
Balling like I'm Bo Jack
Like I play for the Raiders
Feel like rap's savior
Bringing real rap back
You know it's return of the mack
Knock it out the park like my name Big Mac
Mcgwire
And you know I feel like these damn haters liars
And I kill the pest with the Raid
Pull up with the motorcade
Ball like Jordan but never fade away
And you know I be balling like Kobe Bryant
King of this rap shit
You know that I'm a tyrant
Credits
Writer(s): Raffaello Bruni
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