Hype Man (Freestyle) Lyrics

Yo, Derik! (Garrett)

H-h-how's the sound bro?

Are my vocals lined up with the beat?

Fuck hold on, let me listen again

Wait, you turned that shit up!

It's kinda flames low-key!

Woah!

Holy fuck!

Wait, this shit bangin'!

This why

You got me hype man

Never thought I could spit like this

(Never thought I could spit like this)

You got me hype man

Still don't think this shit exist

(Still don't think this shit exist)

You got me hype man

Ain't nobody ready for this

You got me hype man

I'll let my hype man side-kick

My hype man!

Always got me psyched man

My hype man!

Always on my side of the fights

My hype man!

And you don't why I go hard

And you don't know why I sold God

And I don't know why your so-called loser

Got me thinkin' this shit aight

But this shit ain't aight without my hype man by my side

In all my fights like pi, pie, pie? pie!

Y-yeah, and I know that I'm makin' songs right now

But he'll still think, this shit is flames, and he 'bout to spit like

All the vowels in the world, all in a row

And I'm about to break that shit down like two times two equals four

Wait, that's like two plus two (two plus two)

But, in a way it's flipped like

In a way, we like the same shit, but in a way we don't (but in a way we don't)

We disagree (We disagree)

We sit and diss (We sit and diss)

We sit and write (We sit and write)

This exact same shit (This exact same shit)

And I got the flow to freestyle on this bitch like tits

And I hope that he don't write none of this shit

I hope he try to freestyle all the way to Planet Fitness

If you know what I'm sayin' work that shit out on your own

'Cause you like hockey man, so the Stanley Cup is your own

You use that shit, pour some coffee in that bitch

Wait, I don' know if you drink coffee or that Baja-ja-ja-ja Blast

From Taco Bell, you know that shit freezin' like Icy Kash

When I got cold money, and I got cold feet to think

That I'm just sittin' here shy, like I can't talk to a girl

I can't even say hi, but you know what Kaila

I'm here to stay I got you on the nineteenth

Palms, all night and day

But don't worry, 'cause I'll make sure that we fine

We'd make sure that we fly

We make sure that we dress nice

And it's aight, (And it's aight)

If you take me back up (if you take me back up)

'Cause I know that my hype man

Will help me back down (down)

And this ain't song, featurin' my hype man

This is a song about my hype man

Magician G is right man

I think I understand what it's like to flow

And I got freestyles up my belt like Oreos

Wait, Oreos up my belt, that makes me fat but

I get judged for that shit all day and night like facts

Yeah, and I read the dictionary all the time

But I don't understand words that are circling in my mind

But, sometimes I get that shit confused

And I just think this beat is flames

And then I just rap about shit that makes me got no brains like

Ha-ha-ha-ha (Ha-ha-ha-ha)

(Yeah)

Ja-ja-ja-ja-ja (Ja-ja-ja-ja)

(Yeah)

Blah, blah, blah, blah (Blah, blah, blah, blah)

(Yeah)

Cock, cock, cock, cock (Cock, cock, cock, cock)

(Yeah)

Cock a doodle do

You motherfuckin' cunts

It's mornin' time, sun is risin'!

Here we go cun'

And don't worry dad

Fuck you too, 'cause the only son you had

Has just set on you, but sat on you

Because I'm about as fat as you might think you have been in the past yeah

But my name is Zack (My name is Zack)

And it's Jabez Z (It's Jabez Z)

And it's Always Strong! (Always Strong)

Movement is not just for me (Not just for me)

Love y'all (Love y'all)