White Flags Freestyle Lyrics

No surrender, no retreat

You don't see no white flags waving on my side

No mercy

Mama say something wrong with me

She might be right, take em back

My town, wintertime, bitch try and hurt me

Down to the prison time, a bitch try and murk me

So called friends are claiming right until the end

It ain't even dinner time, they trying to dessert me

Watching the world through my rear view

Or through a night scope, to get a clear view

Look around, and see trouble all near you

Two rottweilers like bitch I double dog dare you

Your best bet would be to quit with the death threats

of shooters, Kentucky winning your death bet

Pass the rock before your ass get shot

And you become a laughing stock till caskets drop

Real shit, middle finger as I pass the cops

That's why I dress in all black just to match the glock

Just to match the glock

And it's all fun and games till your ass get shot

Okay, voice a little raspy, it's too hard to grasp me

Pass me, you'll get your ass beat, bitch tax free

I catch you slipping as you stepping out your taxi

Pull up in a black Jeep and throw him in the backseat

The big bad wolf, bitch, fuck a black sheep

And cask, you're not even a threat if you ask me

I say you're not even a threat if you ask me

Yeah, okay

Fuck em, how dare you treat me like a rookie

I'm only 5'7 so they tend to overlook me

Lucky I'm the four and leave clover in the field

I'm the wishes in the well, I'm the fortune in the cookie

Yeah, I ain't scared of shit, I keep a pair of clips

Spray the Mac, lay em on his back like a therapist

They keep comparing us to these weak lyricists

And it's embarrassing that they would even make the comparison

Especially to Kelly, machine gun who, fuck with me

I'ma show you what a machine gun do

And if I decide to let a machine gun loose

You better pray to the Lord your machine gun proof

Cause I ain't fucking around

Promise you that I'ma keep on shutting it down

Till I'm stuck in the ground for real

This ain't a get along great with these white rappers

Get it right, hoe, I don't even like rappers

What you asking for

Tell the motherfuckers pass the torch

And Macklemore, you cocksucking motherfucker

What the fuck you even rapping for

I mean, Yellow Wolf made a song called Pop the Trunk

Went and got the pump, never even tried to pop it once

Yeah, it's not so fun when a rabbit has got the gun

But like a counterfeit dollar bill, boy, I'm not the one

Not to be fucked with, I'm back on that fuck shit

Like a slut trick, that sucks dick, you suck, bitch, blow me

Tell these motherfuckers get to know me, chuck, hoo

I say the one and only, motherfucker, good luck

Just ask your neighborhood crack dealer

Boy, I'm that iller, the death of Mac Miller

Yeah, so tell the motherfuckers stay back

Before they find a dead body in a haystack, haystack

Oops, my bad, did I say that

Hay tracks, man, let em know that I slate raps

And say shit I can't take back

Hey, but I don't talk shit, I just state facts

G-Eazy, B-Eazy, please, believe me, we greasy

Yeah, we don't give a fuck about the other side

We the best until somebody put me otherwise

Yeah, drive-bys out of Cherico

Hey, my youngest shoot when I tell him to

Who the competition, who, huh, Derek Lu

I mean, beside Legacy, boy, there's very few

Honestly, man, really, who can fuck with me

Logic, Lil Dicky, huh, Lil Dicky

Lil Dicky, you can't be serious, look, okay

Fuck a diss track, I put your shit back

And leave you where it ditch at so you can never diss back

The riff-raff and chit-chat, bitch, forget that

Click-clack and watch the police get dispatched

Nation of misfits, this shit was mismatched

Break his bitch ass in half like a Kit-Kat

Tell him to get back, cause if this shit don't work out

Then I'ma put a bullet in his six-pack

I make money, make money to make more

And if I start making money, then I'ma take yours

I hold him over the open fire and make s'mores

Round spray, the ground shakes and breaks floors

But fuck it, they can all die

If they want beef, they get beef with drinking a small fry

I mean, after all I, you know they told you all lies

Never even met the boss, nothing but a ball guy