SHOOTIN SHIT! (Toxic Punk Freestyle)

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Rockstar, Rockstar
Grrahh, grrahh
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
I call up my partner, put the chop on ya head like a barber (Bow)
Rrahh, rrahh, rrahh-rrahh
Blttt, bow
Rrahh, Lil5iveten Lil5iveten
Im So Slimee
You don't wanna get us started
Put shit in the dirt like gardeners
I call up my partner, he'll put the chop on ya head like a barber
Just like Candace Parker, we pull up shootin' shit
Brodie Vince Carter, he pull up slam, i'm alley-oopin' shit
Put him in a box, he done checked, we be doin' shit
Packin' niggas, baggin' niggas, we out here movin' shit
Look, he in a casket, they done put him in a suit and shit
F*ck a bartender, give him shots now he loose and shit
Stretch a nigga loose and shit, better tightin' up
Ain't no fightin' us, one kiss from the glock, goodnight to ya'
I pick up a gun, aim it with precision, nice as f*ck
Niggas said "it's up", put shit in they ceiling now they stuck
Uh, Me and twin, we got Big Swagguh
See yo bitch then we might grab her
Yea, we'll gladly bag her
Uh, that lil bitch a gagger
Jus like batter, i'ma beat that shit, I bet she love the pattern
Then she gotta' skid-daddle, if you want the bitch, shit you could have her
I'm smokin' gas, know I gotta have it, yea I got a habit
And I don't smoke that shit if it's in a baggie, I smoke out the packet
Pack a opp, flip him like an acrobatic, he doin' gymnastics
Pull up, jumpshot, make him hop like a rabbit
Brodie gon pop us a cab
Try to reach, the pistol I grab
Arm in his face, make a lil nigga dab
Standover gang, peel shit like a scab
Take off his lid for all that cap
Pop off his top, leave his fitted in his lap
Put him to rest, he ain't takin' no nap
Knock out his lights, he gettin' clapped (Bow)
They like "WOAH!, f*ck is that sound?"
Three-Five-Seven, it's a Tre-Pound
Car swing thru, we breakin' it down
Slam at a opp, i'ma take him down
Now it's a dead nigga layin' onna ground
F*ck, should've never been out of bounds
Do me a hit, then I go out of town
(Bet the police can't find me now)
5iveten on the beat, yea it's goin' down
I smoke weed, I don't spark no milds
(I smoke weed, I don't spark no milds)
Uh, You don't wanna get us started
Put shit in the dirt like gardeners
I call up my partner, he'll put the chop on ya head like a barber
Just like Candace Parker, we pull up shootin' shit
Brodie Vince Carter, he pull up slam, i'm alley-oopin' shit
Put him in a box, he done checked, we be doin' shit
F*ck a bartender, give him shots now he loose and shit
Stretch a nigga loose and shit, better tightin' up
Ain't no fightin' us, one kiss from the glock, goodnight to ya'
I pick up a gun, aim it with precision, nice as f*ck
Niggas said "it's up", put shit in they ceiling now they stuck
Brodie gon pop us a cab
Try to reach, the pistol I grab
Arm in his face, make a lil nigga dab
Standover gang, peel shit like a scab
Take off his lid for all that cap
Pop off his top, leave his fitted in his lap
Put him to rest, he ain't takin' no nap
Knock out his lights, he gettin' clapped (Bow)
They like "WOAH!, f*ck is that sound?"
Three-Five-Seven, it's a Tre-Pound
Car swing thru, we breakin' it down
Slam at a opp, i'ma take him down (Take him down)
F*ck, should've never been out of bounds (Been out of bounds)
5iveten on the beat, yea it's goin' down (yea it's goin' down)
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