TOD freestyle by K$upreme Lyrics
Intro:
Chopsticks spin like a whirlwind
Binehauna chopsticks,eat with your girlfriend
Fuck her one time,I cannot be your boyfriend
Rock out the show get the backend
Come shop,nigga the pack in (yeah)
Walk inside magic,I don't get a lap dance
Quick on my feet like a tap dance
Pull up on block like I'm batman
(nah, i can real life rap on any nigga beat though.Old nigga,young nigga.All that shit)
Yeah,dior Jeans and they filled up with racks
She suck on my dick and I gave her a tic tac
Fuck her one time,and I told her to bag back
Ride in a foregin,its matt black
Off of the drank,I be laid back
Slide on us,we gon' slide back
No bumbs on my face cause my bitch give me facemask
Get to the money,the number one task
I walk in the bank in I laugh(hahah)
She suck dick all day,yeah look at her calfs
Got a perc 30,but I broke it in half
Money got long like a fuckin' giraffe
She gave me long neck like a fucking giraffe
3 bands for the jacket,that's RAF
Verse 1:
Get on the beat and I dab
Came a long way just had to work on my craft
Wanna fuck this bitch inside like im[?]
Ballin' on niggas like the NBA draft
Im to clean bitch,like a mofuckin bath
Count up the guap ,like im good at math
Back then ,I was fucked up,Now im on a straight path
Run up the sack with no shoulder pads
Since I was a youngin',I knew I would be the man
Fill up my cup when im sippin on 'kickstand'
These niggas gon sink quick,just like some quicksand
Don't fear no one got a gun in my pants(Boaw)
She suck on my dick without using her hands
2016,I had to juug for like 20 bands
I'm with the same gang,no new friends
I count up the guap till the world ends
Outro:
Chopsticks spin like a whirlwind
Binehauna chopsticks,eat with your girlfriend
Fuck her one time,I cannot be your boyfriend(uh-uh)
Rock out the show get the backend
Come shop,nigga the pack in (yeah)
Walk inside magic,I don't get a lap dance
Quick on my feet like a tap dance
Pull up on block like I'm batman(skrrtt)
Sippin on drank,now I feel like a fat man
She get on my nerves,that bitch might get a back hand
That shit that you smoking belong in the trash can
Bussin a draco,you gon need a casket(brr)
My money was little now look at the way it expand
A Glock with a 30 bitch,shit don't jam
Gotta watch how I walk,cause my shoes cost a couple grand
Big backwood,imma roll up like 4 grams
Chopsticks spin like a whirlwind
Binehauna chopsticks,eat with your girlfriend
Fuck her one time,I cannot be your boyfriend
Rock out the show get the backend
Come shop,nigga the pack in (yeah)
Walk inside magic,I don't get a lap dance
Quick on my feet like a tap dance
Pull up on block like I'm batman
(nah, i can real life rap on any nigga beat though.Old nigga,young nigga.All that shit)
Yeah,dior Jeans and they filled up with racks
She suck on my dick and I gave her a tic tac
Fuck her one time,and I told her to bag back
Ride in a foregin,its matt black
Off of the drank,I be laid back
Slide on us,we gon' slide back
No bumbs on my face cause my bitch give me facemask
Get to the money,the number one task
I walk in the bank in I laugh(hahah)
She suck dick all day,yeah look at her calfs
Got a perc 30,but I broke it in half
Money got long like a fuckin' giraffe
She gave me long neck like a fucking giraffe
3 bands for the jacket,that's RAF
Verse 1:
Get on the beat and I dab
Came a long way just had to work on my craft
Wanna fuck this bitch inside like im[?]
Ballin' on niggas like the NBA draft
Im to clean bitch,like a mofuckin bath
Count up the guap ,like im good at math
Back then ,I was fucked up,Now im on a straight path
Run up the sack with no shoulder pads
Since I was a youngin',I knew I would be the man
Fill up my cup when im sippin on 'kickstand'
These niggas gon sink quick,just like some quicksand
Don't fear no one got a gun in my pants(Boaw)
She suck on my dick without using her hands
2016,I had to juug for like 20 bands
I'm with the same gang,no new friends
I count up the guap till the world ends
Outro:
Chopsticks spin like a whirlwind
Binehauna chopsticks,eat with your girlfriend
Fuck her one time,I cannot be your boyfriend(uh-uh)
Rock out the show get the backend
Come shop,nigga the pack in (yeah)
Walk inside magic,I don't get a lap dance
Quick on my feet like a tap dance
Pull up on block like I'm batman(skrrtt)
Sippin on drank,now I feel like a fat man
She get on my nerves,that bitch might get a back hand
That shit that you smoking belong in the trash can
Bussin a draco,you gon need a casket(brr)
My money was little now look at the way it expand
A Glock with a 30 bitch,shit don't jam
Gotta watch how I walk,cause my shoes cost a couple grand
Big backwood,imma roll up like 4 grams