Pradaa Freestyle ft. Too Chill Lyrics

On the count of three, name your favorite dinosaur

Don't even think about it, just name

Ready

One, two, three

Velociraptor

What

Did we just become best friends

Yep

Do you want to go do karate in the garage

Yep

Okay

Okay

Okay

Yeah

Turn on the heat, yeah, so chill, bitch

Like a blunt, I stay lit

COVID-19, I'm too sick

Turn a fox into a rollie, bitch

Cherry pond, that's sour glitz

Straight to the top, I was built for this

Chewing for money, and I need a lot of it

Chewing for money, and I need a lot of it

Chill

Come from the slums, straight from the trailer

Killing the opps is the death of a hater

Couple of rhymes I was saving for later

I need to put out, cause I'm on my paper

They trying to play me, I ain't making it out

But they all trash, I'm taking them out

A lot of fake rappers, I'm flaking them out

And I need my respect at the highest amount

Boy, if you hating, it just made me better

You just upset, I get your bitch wetter

She like how I do it, I spit it so clever

If you want to scrap this shit, it's whatever

Ingrated my veins, bitch, I'm rapping forever

Putting my passion in every letter

Also, my shit, yo, my sin is a stellar

Just don't understand why the doubt on me, hella

That's on my job, please kiss my ass

I make too great to be wasting my time

Competitive smash, ready for free-up

All of this sick shit that's up in my mind

I need the cash, and I need the ass

And everything they sell would never be mine

Feeling like Flash, hitting the desk

Let them hate, I'm so fucking sublime

Precious fuck, like a newborn when his eyes open

In the booth, smoking with 2Chill

This record mind-blowing

Brothers, no relation from our parents

We mad out, Johnny

Fuck with me, I fuck with him

Bond is tight, cannot be broken

Disrespect, not be tolerated

Put that on my seeds

Touch a hair up on his head

Best be prepared to bleed

If you hating in the club, we advise you to find an exit

please, or something

Then it's going down like a nitty-bitty

Back into my demon mode

Don't push out, tag a toe

Started to go find me four new legs

Cause I can't stand these hoes

Clout chasing, pocket breaking

It ain't gonna be my money, though

I'm street smart, ain't got heart, bro

Bet I don't fall in love no more

A&Rs won't let us in

Mask off, I'm corporate

Kicking toes

Like, are you not entertained

Gladiator, Russell Crowe

Hold up

Let me switch the flow up

Like a squirrel in a cup with acorns

Bout to go nuts

Me and Chill, the next best thing

Close to D-Cubs

Autographed by us

After pleasing a hundred thousand plus

Attendance, after rips and stays of pieces

It's level to this achievement

We break them, then repeat it

Young goats in the present feasting

We do it for the passion, not the money

But it's well respectful

We working to that point

It's a part of becoming successful

Stay down till you come up

The way can be so dreadful

One thing for sure, two things for certain

I won't leave earth forgetful

You dig me