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]

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