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lirik lagu liveraw gbt - who you wit (freestyle)

who you wit (freestyle) lyrics
[verse 1: jackpot]

i’m in a drop top, no hot box
n~gga talk sl!ck and we’ll stomp yo ass out just like hopscotch
just bought 3 trucks, i’m bout to blow 3 blunts
ya’ll n~ggas smoking toothpicks and we smoke tree stumps
that mean a l, prolly thicker than yo last b~tch
for the cash, b~tch i’m on your head like a asprin
ok, remember i’m the man b~tch
and you will get cut quick, like the show making the band b~tch
i got bars like a piece of paper
my daddy ray charles, so that explain why i don’t see you haters
i liveraw like a episode of wrestling
hit yo girl and then i leave the b~tch at best western, then
burn rubber, leave a trail in it
it’s two cops in my truck cuz i got two 12’s in it
i got green like peter pan
i’ll bring red dots to your front door like i’m the pizza man
don’t bring a light around me, i spit ether man
i got accuracy, so get shot n~gga, with either hand
and i don’t go ham, b~tch i eat the ham
got two gats, so i don’t care if one of my heaters jam
n~gga i’m the muthph~kkin coldest
got my watch on defrost, cuz my wrist frozen
gotta roll another l, cuz i’m dro smoking
hit yo b~tch on the couch, front door open
i’m a fool like kevin hart
need a map for the crib, cuz the b~tch got 7 parts
liveraw, thought i told you we the truth
firefighters stand by me when i go inside the booth
talk sh~t and imma go inside your tooth
or take your m~th~ph~kkin top off and call yo ass coupe
i drink lean like i’m sick inna soup
hit the beat hard like a p~rn shoot in the booth
grand daddy kush, my grandpa don’t even smoke
put a molly in her drink, she ain’t even know
i’m the best, f~ck the rest
swing on a n~gga like i’m ron artest
balling, so the coach said i need to sit
and all you instagram models, need to quit
you hoes tripping, yo mind ain’t right
i’d rather get a hundred dollars than a f~cking hundred likes
ride the track like the people mover downtown
i’m paranoid, i’m hearing voices like surround sound
no nick cannon, but n~gga i’ll wild out
hit you with the pistol six times, and foul out
aww man, i’m an animal
drink her like a danimal, smoke a l like samuel
weed blowing out the sunroof
got everybody up in the traffic high as h~ll when i come through
and even muf~ckas on the buss too
if you don’t like liveraw, then f~ck you
the hoes love me bro, i can’t help it
i’m about to go dumb, where the f~ck is my helmet
thrust her ass good, feel the burn in my pelvis
green like celtics, b~tch i’m the kind like elvis
f~ck you, you a brand new jawn
i blow kush that’s light green like a brand new lawn
shoutout to easy, j manny and doe
hit the lodge, put my muf~cking foot on the flo
hop off in the burb, light a little green of superb
going bizzerk, i hit the 3 like steve kerr
[verse 2: manny maurizio]

all packed for a week long trip
kush up in a vega and it’s fresh up out the zip
blunted with the cl!ck, liveraw who i’m running with
who i struggle with, and when it’s time, who i’m stunting with
them hunnids stick, and they getting spent just to numb my wrist
mean it’s sl!ck, but i still tuck cash just to see it flip
i was motivated by the dudes who had the meanest whips
plus a n~gga really working for it, so it mean some sh~t

[verse 3: ishaan the rit god]

r. kelly, i believe that i can fly
n~gga i be higher than a helicopter in the sky
kobe bryant, even when i’m injured imma keep scoring
dawg was looking crazy, grilling like a george forman
i feel like the water boy, i’m passing out the drinks
champagne bubbling like the soap inside the kitchen sink
flip like acrobatics, ashes falling on my starter jacket
living lavish, pockets get more paper than a study packet
and then i’m blowing like a rasta mon, i be cracking lobster mon
cheese on top of bread, that sh~t looking just like papa johns
where the weed man, i done called that n~gga 20 times
good weed, blunt stuffed with clovers like a leprechaun
me and baby going round for round, like we out here boxing
yo girl say i got the best d, i feel like dennis rodman
blowing loud, i just called my dawg so we can chill and smoke
making rotations like a basketball coach

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