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Fukin Up Shit Freestyle

 

Fukin Up Shit Freestyle


Now you listening to crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime stars

Friend of foe, state ya biz
Nah, I ain't got time to wait for shit, make it quick
Look, I sing my [?], don't sing my puns (Get it?)
I take a blunt, split it
And once I flid it, and done with it, I just gift it
(Crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime stars)
[?] unwritten business
Just so sick and as soon as my mouth spit
They seen it for me when I start growing a drow [?] (8L)
(Crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime stars)

I said it's 8L, you can't tell 'listen to this, how I spit'
They too much with their outfit, they prolly ain't 'bout shit
(Crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime stars)

Standing right here, you feel what I feel?
No, I ain't Nas but I'm so ill with the will
So, [?] as if you seen something
I ain't tryna hear it, I got that green pumping
If you know, you can't see me, then don't hit me, no city
(Crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime stars)
Got 'em from the TV, now they keep me on repeat
Since your mom, free shipping, post office shit
Triple wounds, ya boy end up in a post office, shit
Nah, I ain't talking basketball, but when they yack Paul, I step up and shoot 3 and lay up in the backboard
So don't bother me, I show your life what it ends
I throw your finger for a ten-strike, rusty windpipe
(Crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime stars)
Don't see who fucking with this
Freestyling still fucking up shit
They don't see who fucking with this
I'm freestyling, still fucking 'em, shit, whatchu know about it?
(Crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime stars)

Crumsy Road, oh yeah baby
PNR!
It's Clever
(Crime stars, crime stars, crime stars, crime-)

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