"Extra" Studio Freestyle

[Part I: Unknown Beat Freestyle] [Intro] Doin' my, uh Doing my dance, uh Fuckin' that, uh Uh, fuckin' that, uh I pop a-, uh, haha Yeah, huh, pop off Huh, yeah, hm [Verse 1] Pop the trunk, choppa eat you up for lunch, uh I'ma fuck on your ho, huh Put my dick in her cut, huh I catch the pass, run I'm smoking gas, huh She wanna smash, huh Goin' for the cash, huh I'ma hit the bitch from the back the Jag' Shoot up your spot, L-O-L, laugh Pull up on the scene like, "Damn that's a pussy nigga, I'ma shoot him, need a Maxi-Pad," yeah It's me and Maxi Lord, huh, I'm making songs, huh Aye, choppa be sharp as a sword, huh I wanna- wait, wait, wait Had to catch myself how they catch their breath Pull up on him with a choppa, TEC Got a new Kel-Tec, take a hit to the chest Uh, cardiac yo' arrest Niggas ain't on shit, fuck yo' set Pull up on you and I drop yo' set, aye I treat the block like a pussy or something 'cause I'm bound to get that bitch wet, aye Lifе is a bitch, if you fucking with me then I'm finna go tell your bitch, "Fеtch" Aye, I get the money, I stack it, I flip it, I spend it, and then I forget, aye I'm finna hop off a jet with a bitch, super wet, wanna fuck on my TEC, aye She wanna fuck on my friends, so I pass her to homie, and he do her in, aye Money my pocket, I spend it, may pull up in a all black new- Uh, wait Money my pocket, I spend, may pull up in a all black four-door Benz, aye I may go fuck on a twin, I'm LeBron, I'ma may dunk on that rim, huh New Maybach, like Rick Ross, uh Hit you with the, uh- wait, wait New Mayback, like Rick Ross, uh Bitches on my dick, bitch, get off, uh Codeine sip like I got cough, uh Aye, ain't no Smirnoff, uh Aye, poppin' a Percocet, I'm finna lose it Nah, It's a Roxi' while I make the music Bitch on my dick and I need- uh Paul Wall with it, she chopping and screwing, huh [Interlude: Juice WRLD, Rex Kudo & Chris Long] Haha, when I said, "Nah, It's a Roxi' with it" Haha Haha You want a Roxi'? Sure He said, "Yeah, I'll take a Roxi'" My first dog's name was Roxy Now I'm taking Roxi's, It's crazy, R.I.P R.I.P. Roxy My first dog's name was Nelly, haha, imagine that [Verse: 2] Um, yeah Pull up on him, shoot him, huh My name ain't Chris, but I go Luda, huh, yeah She wanna beef, not on computer She wanna beef, she wanna eat my beef I told her, "Come over and chew it," Yeah, huh Uh, I take off like a jet Huh, aye, that bitch wet Hm, pull up on her and I smash, uh I'm finna hit the dash, uh Like in a taxi cab, uh I'm Call Of Duty, we uppin' these Uzis, but I don't got nasty lags, uh Aye, try me, It's gon' get dope Pull up on the scene with an Antidote I'ma put dick in her dental, uh Fuckin' her face, her mental, uh I got a seal, no envelope, uh Nigga's ain't dope, I've been dope, uh Order bitches like they on a menu Anime, story to be continued, uh Dragon Ball Z, but I'm Goku He wanna box, hit him with the Roku, uh Say you wanna fight, I show you Pull up on his ass just like Count Dooku Laser beam, huh, can't fuck with me 'Cause I came with the fuckery Rich, now it's Chris Tuckery I'm hotter than the southern summer, ugh I'm gassed up and they on E Wait, you don't want smoke at all Kill you then smoke it all I can't focus, Hocus Pocus, I need some Adderall Yo' bitch watching me like her grandaddy Cholesterol Huh, aye, that motherfucker is a knock off His bitch ain't good for shit, only good for getting my cock off, uh Matter of fact, her head ain't good, it made my cock soft, uh Fucked her after taking a Perc' with Smirnoff, ugh Uh, aye, blastoff like Jimmy Neutron, in her brain Matter of fact, she don't got no brain She insane, fucked yo' main Not my main, that's my main Play those games, pull up on 'em like LeBron Half court, got the range Kevin Durant, bitch, I'ma champ Said that shit in the freestyle up on Funk Flex [Part II: "Extra" Freestyle] [Verse] Bitch, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh Ball on 'em like, "Uh-huh," I'ma ball on 'em, my year Do it all when were in my Benz High for the night, but it just depends I'ma fuck you first, then I'll smash your friends Have a ménage in the all-black Benz, with some all-white twins, in all-white rims Aye, Louis hat, with the snake, snake skin brim Pull up on 'em, and I'm killin' him Aye, Handy Mandy, how I drill them in Aye, aye, told her, fuck her feelings Worried 'bout my winnings I pray to the God 'cause I knew I need forgiveness, and I knew I'm in it to win it Pull up with them spinners, black window tinted, with the MAC, get 'em finished Huh, nigga, I'm the shit, you know it You need some toilet paper if you dealing with us Pull up on 'em with the gun, then blow it Aye, shoot his house up, now he know what's up Aye, Trump Towers racist, give me shoulder rubs Aye, throw a couple bands, give her toes a touch If I take this Perc' before eating, I may throw it up Fuck it, pour it up, fuck it, pour it up If I take this Perc' before I eat, mean I'm throwin' up Fuck it, pour it up, fuck it, pour it up They say, "How many 30s do you want? One or two?" I laughed, and I said, "Shit, more than a few" I take a couple more, then I go to the stu' I get so damn high, sometimes I really can't move And then again, I don't feel it like I used to I may need rehab, or to go to a Youth Group I may need some advice, someone please useful I know this shit is crazy, I ain't tryna use you I think about it on the daily, drugs how I abuse you I don't abuse drugs the same way that I used to, It's way worse A gift and a curse, to be rich on this earth We got all the access to the lean and them Perc's But that's not how it work, but if I drink that shit and sip that shit, I still could work But I know it could kill me, it could make me go berserk But it numb all my feelings, in the past yeah, I been hurt It's shit that I'm revealing that niggas don't know about With this music had to take a different route, uh