FREAK (feat. MACK)

I'ma bust a move like Mike Jack
Stay tucked, lil nigga, 'cause you might lack
Stay pimpin', two hoes in the hatchback
Fuck a duffel, put the Gs in the knapsack
Mac in the spot, say crackin' the box
Got the game on lock, put 'em on like socks
No Roddy Rich, put a nigga in the box
Go dummy with the drums, I got all the chops
All you do is talk, you ain't really 'bout the action
I spit fire, get fly like a dragon
Niggas know I'm the root, like Latin
Said you wanna get rich so I asked him
T.D., B.O.A., chase who you bank with?
Said the bag is the only thing I'm chasin'
Stars on the ceiling, beat it up in the spaceship
Make a nigga see the vision like LASIK
First link, like a test, I'ma ace it
I'm too good for you bitches, face it
Soon as you get into the room, get naked
I'm a dickhead, my ego inflated
Tryna link with Stacy
She got a best friend named Sasha
Dark-skinned lil shorty named Tracy
Slim thick, and I heard she from Ghana
So, all of you bitches be basic
But my main shorty hotter than a sauna
I don't slide on the block, don't pop shit
But I'ma still give a lame nigga trauma, ooo

I got a dozen bagels in my bank account
Write a check to the jeweler with a blank amount
If you talk about hits, yea we crank 'em out
3rd Ave this in this bitch ain't no faking now
All my homies are bad bitches
All my homies got mad riches
Surrounded by the bread like sandwiches
I always wrap it up like bandages
Never free, I always got plans because
I get to the green, yea I get to the cheese
When it comes to the pussy, I say yes, please
Fuck a bitch good, make her weak in the knees
Yea I hit a bad bitch and her baddie bestie
Fuck a scantron, can't even test me
Fucking Pope John, can't even bless me
I move in the night like I'm a chess piece
Tell her get out the room 'cause, shh, I'm resting

Cole like Bennett, handle my business
Every week fashion week, I'm too fitted
I run from the bad bitches, I'm too timid
I'm a go-getter, bitch I'm gon get it
Shawty ain't tryna ride in yo rented
This a Benz truck, the windows so tinted
This my new flow, the smooth, I invented
You cannot bite the style, just quit it
Back it up, bitch, never heard nothing like this
My shit so sick like I'm spitting a virus
Fuck with my clique 'cause u lookin' to die, bitch
My ho, a milf in a midlife crisis
Make it make sense, wait make it make m's
Yeah, my bitch bad, Barbie would've thought I was Ken
You better stop, drop, and roll when I pick up the pen
And if we fuckin' then I bet you never see me again, leugh

Used to wear clothes that ain't fit me
Now I'm walking out the fucking store rocking cross B's
I heard I got a fan out in Sydney
Once we get a show in the oz give her box seats
Like I hit an opp with a stick in the head
For the past six years I done picked up the pen
Ever since then my money got big
Bigger than the first pick in 87
Where the hoes at, I'm trynna fuck
My body on ice, a hockey puck
Pulled a card with fate and drew luck
Take a shot at me and I ain't gon duck
Duck, goose, I'm the one yo bitch gon' choose
3rd Ave on the breaking news
Pull up and we breaking rules, bitch