Looney Freestyle

[Intro] Maybach Music [Verse 1] I had to take it on a crud tip Vampire teeth, make your blood drip Niggas moving tsunami when we flood strips I don't smoke, but that amno bubblegum stinks White gold, used to have some nice links Niggas slipping, Air 1s on a ice rink Plum liquor on the rocks, that's a nice drink Cute whitey with a backs, that's a nice chick I might flip jilly's then I might dip They don't listen then I'll take it on a mic tip Ear on the floor, that's a fight ring Insurance on a Golf, that's five Jim While I chopped like Looney had to write this Got gassed like Looney had to ride this I'm so dope fam, you know I'm so dope I spit bars little niggas can't cope Black hoodie so the piggies can't scope I be the Pres, other kiddies can't vote Suttin' like the tarmac, 'cah I'm so road Black BlackBerry and you know I'm so bold There's bare gas, blowhole I be a pirate like yo ho Flow's fucking filthy, Soho Looney be the full ting, not a promo On the roads, more P White chicks, naughty She got a chest, she doesn't press She's a milkshake, strawberry These little fakers wanna war me Copping in the booth, Gunz Cory You ain't on my page or my story Niggas always hating 'cause their females adore me Get off my dick, get a job They all hate on me but thing is, I don't mind a lot True friends really, I don't have a lot Few I have got around my table, Camelot Who's this yute screwing me in the corner? He'll get wet like a MILF on Pornhub MCs waste time with their war dubs Wait 'til he steps outside, get his jaw trucked Looney, I'm the author My flow is a whore, it's more fucked Wave like me, not even a quarter Go ahead, try bar, but I warned ya Rinsing MCs without water Who's this MC? Ask your daughter Boom, explode on the set like mortar Rambo mode, I'm set for the slaughter Gucci creps, remove that Try stunt and you won't get your shoes back Who's that cat for the mic fam, two's that True that I bounce on the beat, no Blu-Tack Pissed, chick had to move that I'm a fiend for a lighty, you knew that Fuck off, flow's too skippy Bars for the beat, get burnt in a jiffy Probs 'cause I bounce on the beat like titties Kneecaps under a vest on a fitty Broke, 'cause you invest in a nitty Grove, made in the West where it's gritty Who's this yute looking overly eager? He'll get wet like a hot Latina MCs try talk about cleaner Wait 'til his head gets chewed like beaver Me Sir, I got a fever 'Cah I slay bars, lyrical dealer I pop off on the set like a Nina What, you can try run hype but I've seen ya Scouted, seen ya already Never stop grind 'til I find that belly Haters holding the beats like Teddy I'm a very rude kid and I'm always ready Put me on the beat, it's a fat song These niche MCs, they all latch on When I tell you don't sleep on me Flow's dirty like a mattress you macked on My kicks are fly, no CapCom You're an actor, isn't that right Tom? Trust me, this is the beat to get hyped on Fight wrong, this is the street they all die on Beats I snipe on Move traps when I ride on Hard like a ride on, get hyped on Any instrumental that's dank, ask my don Screwing me? (Yeah) Are you fucking dumb? Did he come for the beef? He should order some veggie dim sum M-I-C, money I come Did you say you're scared of a hood rat? Hold on, how about twenty high punch? Make your dons duss, fight on your ones One shell, wig off like court's finished Niggas packed up like the end of class Trust me, sick team that will dun your dance Frost dripping from my neck, looking like a shark LV patterned like a chess board, rare Cream hugged 'round my waist like a chocolate Eclair I don't care, never looked tatty You can get a facelift, go and ask Dappy Hand on the snake, I'll clutch a cobra Like a fat man I'll touch a donut He tried clock so I took his watch Leaf is like a flat chick, there's no buts Tryna get chicks but I don't read 'em I never get booked 'cause I don't read 'em And when it comes to me and you as rappers It looks kinda odd, we're not even Excited pussy, bait wet Blacked out as I fly, plain jet They're all copying my sound like a tape deck Fam I make these rappers bounce, suttin' like a fake cheque Turf you out your hating block You fruits are all soft, apricot I sound like a Spanish chef Why's that? 'Cause I'm making gwop Cheese on the table, white bread Your money don't jump, white men And if a guy wants to hype, then He'll get no ratings from this hype ten [Outro] Show