Wonder Wheel (Freestyle) Lyrics

(I'm the rapping Michael myers) (let the beat drop)

None of these niggas can fuck with him, but I still dare em to try it

She feel my bop like the Warriors, he can get hit up like Cyrus

Used to pour fifths in the double cup, I'd rather stick to exotic

I stay equipped fore the drama come, might turn this bitch to a riot

Hop in the stu I'm the chosen one

Feel like these rappers recycle

I'm a hyena, the jungle, don

They detect rap in my vitals

Know we sped off before five -O come

They say that boy suicidal

I got a passion for honey buns, I'm not implying my sweet tooth

Money the evil, shit I still need you

Pockets get low, I can't sleep dude

That's what the greed do, sit there and eat you

It's a dark cloud I can't breathe through

Now I make regals, come get a preview

Get a box coffin Like G'd you

Weapontry lethal, Stevie can't see you

I'm sky box at the venue

Got a big ego and I give deep strokes

She don't got no where to run to

She don't got no where to run to

(Let me hear that)