Global Freestyle by Kidklipz Lyrics
[Intro}
Talkin Raw
Yeah...
Ain't got no manners
[Verse]
Only death is promised
Could be here today and gone tomarr
So I can’t bite my tongue no more
I'm out here talkin raw
Yeah, I’m talking reckless
Ain’t got no manners
Dropped ol' girl, she was an 8
But I got high standards
Said when it’s chicken
We pursue it by caseload
Been out here stacking like Perdue
I keep a bank roll
If we talkin cash money
Got that drake flow
Bungie with the clip
Jump stupid catch a halo
Music blarin 695
I'm bout to swerve on
I'm From the city
Where they was snappin' with the chirp phones
Where they quick ring your bell
But ain't a church song
Where they ain't with that stringer bell
They get work gone
{It's Klipz Bitch}
Fuck going corporate
Tryna go global
I keep a bag, It ain't for sale
But I can go postal
You quick say you changed up
Boy I don't owe you
And if you think you doin bad
Boy I don't know you
Cut every verse with the fent
I let em over dose
If he think it ’s sweet
Leave him comatose
Cus it ain't nothing sweet
About this bar rapper
Bar lapper
Dog dropping so much shit
Gon' clean the yard after
Its tunnel vision for the chicken
Then we lock eyes
Been running the through the bag
Like i ain't see the stop sign
Said Im swipin all day
But I ain't on tinder
Used to not have a bag
I know y'all member
Now I'm up , Pass me the folders
Cus i can't snooze
Feel like a ringer when i spit
You know i can't lose
The way they tellin
It ain't the same gotta play cool
It only up from here
Like when a plane move
But you can't stop the flow
We breakin' all levys
I Came in like I'm steppin on the work
Team all heavy
Aye, Been packin case you trip
We Keep the arms ready
That 3 point on the chop
But ain't no cast to keep the arm steady
Everybody plottin on a come up
Im talking rise and grind
Like when the sun up
You better clap it boy
If you lift that gun up
Gon' need 1 ups
Nothing pussy round here
You can get done up
I'm with my nigga
Border hoppin state to state
Know you can't relate
We making relays to the bank
Said he gonna rob me
It ain't goin how he think
Double D's on the chop
Turn him to Johnny when he plank
Pussy
(I'm coming Plank)
Talkin Raw
Yeah...
Ain't got no manners
[Verse]
Only death is promised
Could be here today and gone tomarr
So I can’t bite my tongue no more
I'm out here talkin raw
Yeah, I’m talking reckless
Ain’t got no manners
Dropped ol' girl, she was an 8
But I got high standards
Said when it’s chicken
We pursue it by caseload
Been out here stacking like Perdue
I keep a bank roll
If we talkin cash money
Got that drake flow
Bungie with the clip
Jump stupid catch a halo
Music blarin 695
I'm bout to swerve on
I'm From the city
Where they was snappin' with the chirp phones
Where they quick ring your bell
But ain't a church song
Where they ain't with that stringer bell
They get work gone
{It's Klipz Bitch}
Fuck going corporate
Tryna go global
I keep a bag, It ain't for sale
But I can go postal
You quick say you changed up
Boy I don't owe you
And if you think you doin bad
Boy I don't know you
Cut every verse with the fent
I let em over dose
If he think it ’s sweet
Leave him comatose
Cus it ain't nothing sweet
About this bar rapper
Bar lapper
Dog dropping so much shit
Gon' clean the yard after
Its tunnel vision for the chicken
Then we lock eyes
Been running the through the bag
Like i ain't see the stop sign
Said Im swipin all day
But I ain't on tinder
Used to not have a bag
I know y'all member
Now I'm up , Pass me the folders
Cus i can't snooze
Feel like a ringer when i spit
You know i can't lose
The way they tellin
It ain't the same gotta play cool
It only up from here
Like when a plane move
But you can't stop the flow
We breakin' all levys
I Came in like I'm steppin on the work
Team all heavy
Aye, Been packin case you trip
We Keep the arms ready
That 3 point on the chop
But ain't no cast to keep the arm steady
Everybody plottin on a come up
Im talking rise and grind
Like when the sun up
You better clap it boy
If you lift that gun up
Gon' need 1 ups
Nothing pussy round here
You can get done up
I'm with my nigga
Border hoppin state to state
Know you can't relate
We making relays to the bank
Said he gonna rob me
It ain't goin how he think
Double D's on the chop
Turn him to Johnny when he plank
Pussy
(I'm coming Plank)