Lightweight Freestyle by MK4 Lyrics
[Intro]
What the fuck that nigga worth he need a cheque(cheque)
25 sliffers y'ain't need to check(y'ain't need to check)
Double team green let that nigga pass if he on a fucking mob tie dig that bitch grave
[Verse]
Now its me against the world on a fucking showdown
Time to show these niggas how to fucking ball(ball)
I'm with the shit that's on point don't be messing with the fire if I say we cooking poison let it be(let it be)
I got the whole squad KC with a turnaround and blowing cash in these motherfuckers faces
Can't be fucking with no easy hoes I'm talking santa holes those bitches in my face they lookin' like a foe
Dug your own grave and it's shocking,pull up with a stick we playin' hockey
You niggas fucka round with saints y'ain't georges
In the plane sippin' henny in the cockpit
Mad vibes but I'm chillin with the vipers,and we gon' ball on these motherfuckin cyphers
And we gon' add a lil smoke juss to pipe it on these fuckers let the major holes forever be lame
If this the way the money talk then your money talk lame
This that fame and you motherfuckers better know the name
Talk about the runners up you bitches look the same and if I pop I rather get the blame
Lightweight freestyle check the lifestyle pussy nigga don't be choppin I'mma kill the beat now
Nigga way beyond the limits nigga what the fuck bro?
Nigga y'ain't coppin' with the fucking jets
What the fuck that nigga worth he need a cheque(cheque)
25 sliffers y'ain't need to check(y'ain't need to check)
Double team green let that nigga pass if he on a fucking mob tie dig that bitch grave
[Verse]
Now its me against the world on a fucking showdown
Time to show these niggas how to fucking ball(ball)
I'm with the shit that's on point don't be messing with the fire if I say we cooking poison let it be(let it be)
I got the whole squad KC with a turnaround and blowing cash in these motherfuckers faces
Can't be fucking with no easy hoes I'm talking santa holes those bitches in my face they lookin' like a foe
Dug your own grave and it's shocking,pull up with a stick we playin' hockey
You niggas fucka round with saints y'ain't georges
In the plane sippin' henny in the cockpit
Mad vibes but I'm chillin with the vipers,and we gon' ball on these motherfuckin cyphers
And we gon' add a lil smoke juss to pipe it on these fuckers let the major holes forever be lame
If this the way the money talk then your money talk lame
This that fame and you motherfuckers better know the name
Talk about the runners up you bitches look the same and if I pop I rather get the blame
Lightweight freestyle check the lifestyle pussy nigga don't be choppin I'mma kill the beat now
Nigga way beyond the limits nigga what the fuck bro?
Nigga y'ain't coppin' with the fucking jets