Suburban Pro Studio Cypher ft. LexxiiiBeatz, SQUIRES, Joseph Davis, Phree & Dellwood Oso Lyrics

You're now in tune with DJ G-Fressh, the coolest DJ in the Lou

St. Louis, stand up

It's the rookie of the year, DJ G-Fresh

Richie, you made this

Richie, I.V., you a fool for this one

The Macho House presents the Suburban Pro-Cypher, Lexi Beats

Let's get it

My track got mutable size, but you can't mute me

Y'all be telling beautiful lies, so I'm aloofing

I don't go and roll with the guys

Don't try to shoot me

No, I don't go and roll with the guys

That shit don't suit me

And my rack is heavy

The stack is steady

You gon' see the swim, because it's cash

Stay ready

Shit

Dare I say it again

I'm the rawest self

Nah, I thawing out

Put me in the sink

I swim

I guess you can tell now, since I'm from the show me

He gon' eat it up like when Rigby and Shonies

I be mortified that these hoes don't even know me

But find a way to hate shit

I guess they just be lonely

But I can't relate

I'm on a date with the nigga that you sweating

But he chilling up in my section

Ain't no question, any session I'm getting

You come out my words, let the words be the weapon

Hold up, hold up, hold up

We just getting started

Squires, what up

Squires

Straight out of St. Louis

This is what it is

This is what it is

Shout out to Richie I.V

Red color play

Let's go

Yeah, yeah

I got soul ties with these notes

Slide on them like my bros

Mind if you get too close

I've been known to keep them dope rhymes

Only ain't no ghosts in my sessions

Really road lines

Look at the difference soul can do for your flow

Whoa

I don't appropriate coach

Ain't no Rio

Ain't no vote to my motor more than the blow up

I really grow from these moments that y'all be counting me out

When I get them back, better lie to y'all

Want to count with me now

Kid with the motor mouth

Riding through the city, bumping my shit

Ain't nobody get you like yourself

I've been climbing

I'm a flight risk

Only limit is my vices

Because I've been addicted to bringing your lines like this

Since I took a hit from the mic

Everything is vibrant in ties

And it's something I try to decipher life

Listen, I'm sitting on a gold mine

And it's priceless

Decipher the night

Get some squads in your life, bitch

I can't trust these niggas damn forming something

My trap house like a garden, yeah

That's a greenhouse

911, call the sergeant

She got that hot mouth

She got that hot stuff

Who want to fuck with us

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Dollar for dollar, rack for rack

Had to pay the bills, so we sold the fool's stamps

Hit that dope, don't say we bad, bae

I put the exotic in the plastic

I'm fucking on the series

We got soul ties

Home with Richie, yeah, this mob tasked

A Vans soda and some plain fried

I'm on the south side like a corny

I had sex with a witch

She told me I got three wishes

I don't cry finding bitches

She still can't kiss me

I got the aura

I got the game from a gypsy

I'm in the spaceship with Sanchez

It's just a frequency

We trying to dodge the feds

Durango truck, move, bitch

Ludacris

I'm in New York rocking bae like I'm King Kong

The government trying to divide us

Sex and they done public housing

Joseph Davis ain't come to play

Yes, sir

What's up, big dog

It's that St. Louis shit, that Midwest shit

My nigga, what's up with it

Lyrical exercise of the vine

Words channel chief flow from the soul to the mind

Bruce Leroy flow, showing up on a shine

Can't be the last dragon when I'm always on time

So what's the latest

Expansion pack, winning 64 with the rumble jack

Think heck, the 64

Andrew Dust, jumping jacks

Natural hair, silk press

She didn't want to relax

Brunch and a spa day with me

You want to relax

High hats crash in the back with December's flash

Horns blowing north, strings fly to the southwest

This ain't even out yet

In this craft, we obsess with what heals the soul

Grabs the heart, and makes that mind stretch

Pine for the Pyrex

I lean to the green and only cook to feed my flesh

Ingest what's best

Meditate, don't stress

Don't mean to be rude, but please excuse my fresh

Mind your house, nigga

Yeah

Woo

We coming at y'all from all parts of St. Louis

North, east, south, and west

We ain't stopping

We're going to keep on going in

This is Mr. White

The Big Osso

And let me tell you my story

Too many niggas in the party

You should let some bitches in

Plus, my niggas slide with a drag like Slytherin

Hit her with the magic stick

Nah, I ain't a muggle

After shorty, let me hit

She gon' want to snuggle

Told her, join the team

Yeah, baby, join the huddle

I'ma make you cream

Yeah, baby, it's a puddle

I'ma hit her doggy style

I'ma need a muzzle

Trying to make it out the struggle

So I rhyme and I hustle

Swore it in and stoned the bitch

Call that shit Excalibur

Said she like that booger sugar

Flew her ass to Panama

Osso is an animal, but Osso is no amateur

Once I build my stamina, fuck her ass on camera

Aye, it's Mr. White

Yeah, I'm Big Boss

Boss, what's popping

Get your beats on, baby

Jackie Chan, the fucking ref

You caught me swinging the sword

I'm hanging on to hidden demons

New umbilical cord

This shorty tried to test my style because she want to explore

About the hunger of the beast, banging on headboards

But I ain't never ignored

Instead, I tried a bit more

Then linked up with Richie B. to now his counter-record

Next thing, we on billboards

Blast all their floors

But guess they try to hold them down

Instead, they got a report

Picture bloodbaths rooted in elevator shafts

Like all these treacherous potpipes from military drafts

Checking in

That new age that a man been watching town go by

I can tell these motherfuckers like some Tim Haines

I told y'all we ain't coming to play

It's that same little shit

It's the above and post cypher

And we out