Stars Freestyle Lyrics

[Verse: Tex]
Yo, that OG got me leanington
When the back of your shoe's f*cked
Two puffs, I blew up
Smurf in a hot air balloon, bruh
Ethan Hunt, balls, crews, nuts
Internet badboys tooled up
I heard man Packard Bells in that Mac
That's a big kick when it boots up
Who's tough?
You're mumbling, that's the new stuff
Too much codeine in your juice, bruv
I need sheet, flame, Ku Klux
Ego gonna get bruised up
These bars made my throat too rough
Somebody better grab me an orange soda
The way man's screwing the tune up
Was a young boy with a bad temper
With the mandem in an old Vectra
Moving haunted, testing straps on Duvali
New Year's, fifth of November
I don't remember any of these MCs out there
Or shit bars they were spraying
These man go nine and a half with their bars
I go ten out here, I'm just saying
Done with the playing, nah, done with the charming
Wait, let's start the barring
I'll leave a man six foot under
Coughing, Big Narstie laughing
Them AJ arms that clarted Martin
Versus the arms of Cartman
This little lightie nigga
Leaves you little actors needing half a casket
I stepped in the room and I left it cloudy
Keep them dead eight-balls from round me
I used to hold grub in the cooker
Few Os on the grill, that's an Audi
Sick with this shit, don't doubt me
Come out the room if you can't smoke loudly
I influenced so many MCs
So many MCs ain't nuttin' like me
You know them ones?
Man wanna try it with the flow and get bun Grew up in the game like Zelda
Walking around silos with a golden guy
P Money said "Tex, show them something"
Titch said "they're food, you know they're mutton"
Yeah, you got a wave, but that wave ain't like our one
Where's your shoulder mutton? Wait
Hold on
I was a kid in the hood, so I know the trouble
A man tried tell me I needed church
I need a rev, I said I hold the throttle
One sixteen leave your soul above you
Pension love, man owed a couple
f*ckboys get tucked in just like that shirt
When a man try show the buckle
Wait, hold on
I throw the knuckle
Extend that from my shoulder muscle
Sugar [?] shit goes from light to dark
That's a cola bottle
KOs, Reece ain't known for tussles
Blacks got a pack, might roll a couple
Yeah, I'm a cocky shit
All you're gonna hear is cheek, I might grow the stubble
These cold bars make my chest freeze
They see MCs, I see red meat
I go hard with it, they go halves with it
They got no bars, that's a dead sheep's
You've got a big mouth, yeah, the head's peak
I'm gon' sit down, let her bless me
Boom bam and it's jetski
Then it's Jeffery, clean the mess, please
What the f*ck you saying? f*ck the bacon
Bad attitude when feds speak
TX, I made T-rex
Yep, Jurassic Park, camo, red Jeeps
What you saying? What, that's your wifey?
That's your Mrs? Your best B?
With the Stewie head? With the Brian voice?
With the Peter chin? With the Meg beat?
Dead

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