XXL Freshmen 2020 Cypher - Part 3

[Intro: Fivio Foreign]

Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

Viral, baow, ooh, yeah

Viral, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Latto & Fivio Foreign]

Growin' up, my favorite rapper was Gucci

I feel like that say it all (Uh)

I got a bag and pay for my sister's tuition

I paid it off, I'ma boss (Ooh) on my ex nigga, laid him off

If I rap it, I wrote it, I make the calls

Who else do you know that came from a TV show

Turned down a deal and still taking off? Hm (Uh)

Real gutter, bitch, I'm from Clayco'

Birkin so big, fit the Draco (Baow)

Bitch better find her somebody to play with

'Fore I get her tucked like some Play-Doh, huh (Uh)

I make him slurp me, alfredo, huh

He eat me out in a raincoat (Uh)

Pussy like lean, I put him to sleep

He say, "Your shit cut with that karo" (Uh)

I don't gotta rap about sex

But this shit way too good not to brag on (Uh)

I ain't even fuck a rap nigga yet

But if Fivio want to, then I ain't gon' pass on him (Uh)

Yeah, bitch, I get my MAC on

He ain't trickin', I skip him like bad songs

I drip-dropped a hundred on jewelry during a pandemic

Yeah, my money that long (Baow)

I donated too, so don't mock me

They like outside of rap, what's your hobby? (Uh)

Is shittin' on bitches a hobby? (What?)

Insecure bitch that make her nigga block me (What?)

We sixty-nine, no Tekashi

Difference is he better not go tell nobody

I was just watching this cypher last year now

Look at me now, only God can stop me (Grr, baow)

[Verse 2: 24kGoldn, Fivio Foreign]

Hey, outta control, I'm doing shows

In quarantine over the FaceTime (Uh)

She wanna rock, I wanna roll

Overseas, over the dateline (Uh)

Dropped out of college, but I'm still a freshman

I'm 'bout to blow up in every direction

I need to know if we share a connection or not

'Cause then I'm just stirring the pot (Uh)

I got it hot (Hot), niggas is talkin' a lot

But don't really talk when they flop (Baow)

I got a mop to clean up the mess

That they made on my way to the tippity-top (Grr), bippity-bop

Supercalifragilistic expeditious, spin off the block (Uh)

I got a plaque, and some rockets, some rap on my back

So just wait 'til you see me do pop, uh

Got your girl TikTok'ing to my shit (Yeah)

I see Fivi' in the cut (Yeah)

Woo-walkin' (Yeah) in this bitch (Uh)

I see Cal' gettin' wild, see this style too legit

And Mulatto, she a queen

Put a crown on that head, hey (Uh)

I don't want fans, I want stans

Tattoo my name on your neck so it last

I don't do free, need a fee

Somethin' to tuck in these bell bottom jeans (Uh)

You know I'm too legit to quit, we do this everyday

From L.A. to the Bay, you know we never play

[Verse 3: Fivio Foreign, Latto, 24kGoldn]

Yeah

Look, uh, all this ice on

I gotta roll with the Python (Brr)

Uh, shooter, shootin'

Whatever he laying his sights on (Baow, baow)

They gotta turn up to my songs

Big flex, right arm

Big flex, bright arm

I got different type of Nikes on

And I'm not a liar, uh

And I don't get tired, uh

I got hitmans for sale (Huh)

Uh, and I'm lookin' for a buyer (Huh), look

I see a opp and it's quiet (Movie)

I see a opp and it's quiet, look

He wanna get lit, I set him on fire

Wanna get lit, I set him on fire

Feds snitchin', talkin' through the wire

We find who you is, we figure you out

We make you retire, look, uh

Word to my mama

I sleep with the .40 tucked in my pajamas, look, uh

Run up on me and I'ma go bonkers, look, uh

I make it hot, sauna, little mami, I am not on ya'

You fucked up, you fucked me, that is not karma, look

I put the Glocks on you

Sendin' shots, those is not warnings, uh

I am the top foreign

State to state and I was not tourin', look

I sit in the seat, look

And I catch it if she throw it to me

They fallin' asleep

But I'd never let them fumble the dream

Uh, yeah

And I'd never let them humble the team, look

And that's comin' from me

I call the movers and they comin' at three, grr, baow

[Verse 4: Calboy, Fivio Foreign]

Ayy, uh, yeah, ayy, ayy

I ain't been getting no sleep

'Cause, nigga, I'm trapping a lot (Uh), ayy

No, I'm not talking 'bout Polo

But niggas be capping a lot (Uh), ayy

I gotta ride with that Nina

'Cause niggas be yapping a lot (Baow), ayy

I got some aim with that glizzy

I blew his lil' cap off his top (Grr), for real

I got some boys just locked down in the cage

I know some boys from the sandbox

Prolly won't see them boys 'til the grave (Uh)

I got some secrets we kept in the streets

Prolly gotta take that to the grave (Uh)

Most of my niggas, we came up from nothin'

But trappin', bitch, we had it made, for real (Real)

"And Cal the Wild ain't bring no lyrics with 'em (Uh)

But them niggas with 'em

Cal the Wild ain't move no muscle, shorty

Bet them niggas get 'em"

Uncle Wesley taught me how to trap, so I'd grow bigger than 'em

Everyday I'm on finessin' shit in some different denim

I had problems with my demons, shorty, I been feelin' bitter

I had problems with my feelings, shorty, I ain't feelin' better

Fell in love, this bitch, she trap, she try to dog me like a kennel

If he disrespect the squad, that's on Jawad, we gotta kill 'em

[Outro: Fivio Foreign & Calboy]

Baow, we gotta kill 'em

Viral

2020 Freshman, gang, haha, grr

You got it, gang

Baow, uh

Yeah, 2020 Freshman

This the best one, baow