Garage Freestyle ft. D-Mack Lyrics

I got this smoke in my mouth

I got this shit shit on my hand

I got food on the stove

That started from the can

I got this rock on a tote

Kodak driving the boat

All around it you know

Run it back and forth turbo

Off beat like G herbo

I never cared to let you niggas know

How I feel nigga fuck yo detrimental

I'm popping facts like fucking a pistol

At then end I'm smoking hot cool it off with a whistle

I eat tams

I like to count up the bands

I'm lean thicke for my body size

All I know hands

Yeah bitch

All I know is hands

Shawty know how I get down

Pulling off laces like it's a trend

When we screaming boy to men

But the thing you go through turn the boys to men

How the fuck we about to bring it

How the fuck we about to bring it

Dmack up in the fucking building

RuinDaRay on the beat I'm always fucking killing

To many niggas they dead from they master splinters

They breadwinners

Not fish filet and fries for dinner

I'm ina new paradox of down shifters

Im superstitious

Even tho I know god is the lifter

I'm clean like swifter

The floor jet

I'm taking off ahh

I'll take yo offer ahh

Like some red lobsters

Crack Yo shell ahh

I'm too hard , ahh

Im too hard, ahh

Lil bitch better pull up

Where you at

Lil bitch better pull up

Where you at Oh

Lil bitch better pull up

Lil bitch better pull up

Lil bitch better pull up

Lil bitch better pull up

Lil bitch better pull up

Lil bitch better

Make sure you got the shot

Make sure you got the shot

Before we end up with the shots

Im on more drugs than a circus

Maniacal word smith

Twist verbs word with shit you never with

Lets discuss worthless

Im talking dirt piss

Poor muthafuckas ashy ass on some burnt shit

Can swerve shit when you never earned shit

Gossip gets around

That shits for the birds bitch

Shit now you in that bed Yo mouth

Made where yo tongue play judge

No you fear for foul

Play Put yo hand down

Ear Peeled like fruits

A knife in my pocket

A strap in my boot

I love Living life so for mine ima shoot

21 years still here nigga im the proof

Im that muthafucka

That you scared to collab with

You spit cereal maze I spin a lyrical laborite

RuinDaRay say we ruin they day

Like the earthquake in 89' I rock the fucking bay

Ima crack jaws and leave hanging like clack jaws

I buff the blunt then my bitches roll my back log

Ripping niggas on the beat like an attack dog

You half bitch half pussy Ima call you cat dog

Yeah im talking my shit study my lyrics

When im in bithces drop it low like its on clearance

Spit raw rhymes You won't hear no interference

My vocal so crisp and clear like spirit

But fuck it ain't patron its don Julio and them

I know gangstas and not coolio and them

I earned my respect through the studio and them

My clique small never trust the fucking fruity O's again

I thought we all men half these niggas got a pad on

Moving funny like they got fucked with a strap on

Talking bout you been to prison nigga not that long

When you sad you drive you looking for some tampons