Freestyle Pt3 by Kappin HG Lyrics
[Chorus]
Young nigga, imma real deal slime
You already know, im up in my prime
Not snitchin, you better do yo time
Kill his ass, wit this motherfuckin rhyme
U know I’m finna step with that iron
Chasin the fame, I’m chasin Whts mine
Gettin to the bag and I cannot fumble
Biggest slime, I gotta be humble
Rappin shit, it came in a bundle
Not hoopin, we makin em stumble
Michael Jordan, no triple double
All that talkin gone get him in trouble
(Verse 1)
Now Im finna get turnt
Pussy boy, u finna get burnt
Leave his ass real motherfuckin hurt
Put his ass right up in the dirt
Leave his ass right up on a shirt
Hop in the whip and we skirt
Me and my niggas, we lurk
We finna go to work
We doin a search
We steady poppin them perks
Yeah
I’m chasin the bag, I’m chasin the money
All tht talkin, u thinkin it’s funny
U ain’t slime, u really a dummy
Wrap him up jus like he a mummy
Hol on wait lemme get in my Duffy
Pros and cons, you better go study
Leave the scene real mufuckin bloody
Hit his ass wit this K
Pussy boy, send shots to his face
Hit his ass right up where he lay
Dummy nigga he know he not safe
U already know, we don’t motherfuckin play
Send shots wherever he stay
Pussy boy, his time is today
Stick to the code, the real slime way
(Chorus)
Young nigga, imma real deal slime
You already know, im up in my prime
Not snitchin, you better do yo time
Kill his ass, wit this motherfuckin rhyme
U know I’m finna step with that iron
Chasin the fame, I’m chasin Whts mine
Gettin to the bag and I cannot fumble
Biggest slime, I gotta be humble
Rappin shit, it came in a bundle
Not hoopin, we makin em stumble
Michael Jordan, no triple double
All that talkin gone get him in trouble
(Verse 2)
Hit his ass with about four
Pussy boy, we Uppin the score
Knock ‘em down leave his ass on the floor
U already know, we kickin his door
Slime nigga, we fiendin for more
U niggas lames, u niggas some hoes
But that Pussy boy think he hard
Uppin this gun
Clutching the Mac, it shoot far
He think this shit fun
Whippin this car
We gone make that bitch run
Leave his ass wit scars
How many shots say none
We some stars
Young nigga, imma real deal slime
You already know, im up in my prime
Not snitchin, you better do yo time
Kill his ass, wit this motherfuckin rhyme
U know I’m finna step with that iron
Chasin the fame, I’m chasin Whts mine
Gettin to the bag and I cannot fumble
Biggest slime, I gotta be humble
Rappin shit, it came in a bundle
Not hoopin, we makin em stumble
Michael Jordan, no triple double
All that talkin gone get him in trouble
(Verse 1)
Now Im finna get turnt
Pussy boy, u finna get burnt
Leave his ass real motherfuckin hurt
Put his ass right up in the dirt
Leave his ass right up on a shirt
Hop in the whip and we skirt
Me and my niggas, we lurk
We finna go to work
We doin a search
We steady poppin them perks
Yeah
I’m chasin the bag, I’m chasin the money
All tht talkin, u thinkin it’s funny
U ain’t slime, u really a dummy
Wrap him up jus like he a mummy
Hol on wait lemme get in my Duffy
Pros and cons, you better go study
Leave the scene real mufuckin bloody
Hit his ass wit this K
Pussy boy, send shots to his face
Hit his ass right up where he lay
Dummy nigga he know he not safe
U already know, we don’t motherfuckin play
Send shots wherever he stay
Pussy boy, his time is today
Stick to the code, the real slime way
(Chorus)
Young nigga, imma real deal slime
You already know, im up in my prime
Not snitchin, you better do yo time
Kill his ass, wit this motherfuckin rhyme
U know I’m finna step with that iron
Chasin the fame, I’m chasin Whts mine
Gettin to the bag and I cannot fumble
Biggest slime, I gotta be humble
Rappin shit, it came in a bundle
Not hoopin, we makin em stumble
Michael Jordan, no triple double
All that talkin gone get him in trouble
(Verse 2)
Hit his ass with about four
Pussy boy, we Uppin the score
Knock ‘em down leave his ass on the floor
U already know, we kickin his door
Slime nigga, we fiendin for more
U niggas lames, u niggas some hoes
But that Pussy boy think he hard
Uppin this gun
Clutching the Mac, it shoot far
He think this shit fun
Whippin this car
We gone make that bitch run
Leave his ass wit scars
How many shots say none
We some stars