The Dell (Freestyle) Lyrics

(Fuck a love song, man we listening to s1rk)

(Goodbye s1rk)

This a freestyle, it's off of the head

Shoot at the top, I don't aim for no legs

She wanna ride on the bike with no pegs

And she wanna ride on the bike, moped

Count up the money, I need more bags

All of my blue faces come in advance

These opps is pussy, they switching to trans

Pull out the choppa and that bitch go "Blam, Blam"

Shout out Elon, okay bam

I made a movie on some Killer Kam shit

But y'all still don't know who I am

Lean got me geeking, plus I'm off a Xan

Got like six plus more in my pocket

Should I pop 'em or would I end up dead?

Evil thoughts really fuck with my head

Plus, all of my demons be stuck in my bed

Did some stupid shit to fuck with my ex, but now I regret all the things that I said

Still can't get this letter up outta my head

She fuck with my mental and leave me on read

Some shit might go down in the spot, call the feds

Might pop me a perk, way too many meds

Might get to ass Merced with too many men, pause

Your bitch gon' suck and she licking the balls

Dick in her mouth like I'm breaking her jaw

Phone blow up like I'm making the calls

She broken hearted, but lil bitch, I'm the cause

I cannot fuck with these fakes

Fill the pencil with led and we get 'em erased

You can call me Tay-K how I'm running the race

Spray the Choppa out us, like we hit 'em with mace

If you wanna leave then leave, I ain't never need you anyway

Bitch, I get the cash like any day

She wanna fuck with me, then she can go away

Say she wan' love on me, baby like, no way

These ain't no snippets, nah, these just the throw-aways

I pour the codeine up in the lemonade

And I ain't talking bout no Minute Maid

Got the cost of a Cullinan on my wrist

Give a fuck with these hoes and get caught in a 'byss

Pull out in a ghost and I'm gone in a bliss

They be sending the hollows but we send the blitz

And my cocaine white like Adele

She say "You need to quit smoking" like bitch, "how you know?"

She said, "Boy, I can tell by the smell"

Come from the street, I was raised in the Dell

You pull up on me and you finna be dead

I'm loading the clips, I got buckets of led

Got me a thick bitch giving me head at the end of my bed, you heard what I said

Got a lil shorty, she leave me on read but I'm finna fuck on her momma instead

You know I'm the kid, I done turned to a man

I'm up in the party like Stan

Pull up to yo' crib with the clan

Whipping it up with the pans

Cash in a check and go get me some land

You know I be winning, look up to the sky cause I know I be sinning

I'm tryna write, bitch gimme' a minute

Ten stories at the top of the building

Feel like I'm on mars, I got all the bread, I spend it on cars

I already know that I'mma make it far

Syringes with heroin, I'm talking Tar

I expect twenty if you want a bar

You know I'm on top, ain't fucking with cops

Watch me roll, The way that I rock

I got a 40, I make it go pop

Like 21 Savage I'm talking a lot

Blood be spilling, I need me a mop

You can catch me on the way to the top, damn

Damn, I'm in that bitch going ham, damn

Get knocked out the park like grand slam

Big money, call me the band man

Bands in my pocket, It's so heavy, I can't walk

Super Saiyan when I pop it, I might fuck around and catch a body

Gun on my hip, if I aim it, I'm sorry

I am not here to play games like Atari

Pull out the Choppa, I'm acting retarded

I got the bands, illuminati

I'm off a bean when I'm popping a Molly

Is he fucking a bitch, Probably

I put my drink in the air, no biscotti

Gun on my hip like the whatchamacallit

Pushing the whip, I ain't ever stalling

Know I pull up when they say it's a party

Tryna fuck with my money is a problem

They all know I'm a dog, Apollo

Bitch, I'm in space

I got your bitch and she giving me face

She took all my money and loving and power

I'm telling my mama I made a mistake

(Fuck a love song, man we listening to s1rk)