Pick & Roll Freestyle Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm right back on my bullshit, and I'm startin' to feel like Chicago, uh

I pull up with a full clip, got unlimited bullets and cargo, uh

My whip look like a new bitch, and I'm takin' her straight to the car show, uh

I leave these rappers toothless, cause they really don't got any bars though, nah

Why do these hoes be lying, I told them to go

play they part though

They mad cause I'm always shining but it's been that way from the start bro

I walk in the bank and I'm smiling

My bank account look like a barcode

Ain't no Megan but I got a stallion

Ain't nothing gon' tear us apart, no

You might get hit with the pick and roll

Talkin' my shit and I'm down to show

Explosive shit, dynamite down to blow

Expensive shit, finer the ice on the hoes

Look at the wrist and the pinky, oh

Fuck around and I ice out my pinky toe

Call in a play, that's an audible

I can't wait till I'm selling out all the shows

Bitch I ball like everyday my last chance

Lately I feel like a bad man, my bro Robin I feel like I'm Batman

Got your girl in my room doing handstands

Eatin' good bitch I'm feeling like Pac-Man

Jackin' flows startin' to feel like I'm Jackman

I don't have no opponents, this is my world, you know that I own it

And this is for everybody that said I wouldn't

be shit

Now my diamonds make you sea sick

Better not cross me like Jesus

I do not have no weakness

Different styles leave you speechless

In the clouds you can't reach this

Money piles with no leeches

Hunnid thou for the feature

Walk him down in Nike sneakers

Hah

I'm just tryn' get my rhymes straight

Fuck around make my mind great, yeah

I'm just feeling like Andre

Spent three thousand on entrees, yeah

I don't care what your mom say

Bitch I do this for God's sake, yeah

Now I'm back from a long break

Pain in verses my lungs ache

Raw cone straight to the face and it's giving me lung pain

We pull up and we shoot it, no gun game

Call of Duty with uzi's he running

When I kick make him flip now he stunting

You want smoke you get put in the ashtray

Look at me in my twenties I'm past paid

Told you rappers to catch up you mad late

Catch me smiling even on a sad day

On this beat I get intimate

My flow is infinite

Villainous shit know you feeling it

You talk shit I ain't hearing it

Leave you delirious

Gripping the wheel I be steering it

I be striking like lightning

Feeling enticing

Hit you like one two Mike Tyson

If you touch me we fighting

Don't do the typing

Internet beef I'm not liking