Flexin' Freestyle

What up, Kuntry
You know how country do
Yeah
Just got a few things to get off my chest, man

Won't take long
These niggas hop in the booth and they mumbling
Words jumbling. Syllables fumbling
My flow be crazy but yet it's so humbling
When my voice hit da track, sit back and
Relax, turn it to the max, pop a double stack
Gone roll the pack, don't know how to act
Shawty on her back, I just beat the cat
Scratches on my back, look like I been fighting with tigers

Got that dope dick, she know I'm the supplier
Screaming for God while my dick up inside her
Lick that pussy, make her sing like Mariah
Hit from the back, now she call me Messiah

Fuck with lil shawty, that bitch is a rider
Smoking on cookies, nothing gets me higher
I got it man, just let it go
Snap on the track like this bitch owe me money

Ain't shit funny, you can smell me coming
Za by the bundle, sorry mama, I know this shit stinking
It came vacuum sealed but it's still leaking
I'ma have this shit sold by tomorrow evening

Then buy you that purse that you said you needed
Just don't tell pop, it's our lil secret
Mama told me that I was gon' be a preacher
But the shit I be preaching ain't God's teaching

Fuck these dog hoes, they be all leeching
I be balling hard, haters in the bleachers squinting real hard
But you can't see me, Mickey Mouse niggas be squeaking
Fiends in the trap be tweaking

Fire on the track, leave that bitch steaming
Murdering shit for no reason, I been up grinding all weekend
Getting no sleep in, feeling like I'm falling off the deep end
Fuck it, I'ma do what I believe in

Do whatever that I can to try to fight these demons
All in my head, they plotting and scheming
Dozing off broad day, lucid dreaming
Gotta snap out of it, Grim Reaper at my feet

He tryna to pull me out of it
I seen the devil nigga, ain't no doubt in it
All these pussy niggas, they be counterfeit
Feds on the package, we gotta reroute this shit

All these bitches throwing pussy at me, I don't even want it
I ain't even fronting, you know I keep it a hundred
I hit the track, full speed running
Toot Mane buzzing like a bumblebee, I swear to God

That these niggas can't fuck with me
Got two bitches with me, they say three is company
Got titties behind me, got ass out in front of me
That's how it oughta be, that's how I wanna be, nigga

So that's how it's gonna be
Swear you can't fuck with me, I'm an untouchable, Heathcliff Huxtable
Pour you a drink that you'll never remember
And then I go fuck on you, don't get too comfortable

Snack on this dick like a Lunchable
After that, I'm done with you, I cannot fuck with you
Never be stuck with you, hit the road, I was gone for a month or two
I came back, I'll be damned, that pussy loose

I ain't tripping, I know how these bitches do
Sucking dick on the spot for an interview
Forty dollar special, call her Jiffy Lube
Nutted in it, left my baby in her tube

Toot Mane
Niggas ain't fucking with me, man