Freestyle Drill Lyrics [Yung-Ro] When I come down, you might see me Chuck Taylors on feet A new unit from the mile, with my nobody piece On buck-highs when I ride, and slide so gently Lookin' fly like the guy that I was meant to be I put up in a Bentley, just like you think I wouldn't Leather seats with extra cushion, I'm at eaze when I'm pushin' I'm older, I'mma roller, flippin' chiefin' that dolja Hit the gas, fuck the brakes, it ain't a scratch on my rover I buy a sack and then roll up, just to get back in composure I take this rappin' way more then, just makin' cash and exposion Peep the stats on my quarter, I'm up to bat and I'm holdin' My balls, and my word and I don't crack em' for no one Matter fact I'm the chosen, what, flippin' my tongue My grand-prix on non-stoppers, H2 3 on pippen's If you wonderin' it's 50, turn me up just listen I make grown-man decisions, so at life you can't miss me, what? -Boy's gonna feel this Color Changin' Click mayne -We tippin' down, popped up wide open [Chamillionaire] (Yung-Ro) -Fa'real, Yeah Windows down cuz they tinted, so niggas can see me up in it Wait for my spinners to stop spinnin', after 5 minutes re-spin it Emblem on the hood, lookin' about the size of a grammy Chrome Lady doin' the Statue Of Liberty pose on my candy Used to be candy over silver, now it's wine berry over gold Now it's Color Changin' on the doors, while I'm swangin' thinkin' 24's No police out on Dalem, hollows we got em' no problem Spot em' and push a wig back farther then Hatter did my album I ain't got to promote it, nope no radio play Pull out that K, right-away and ya drop-date 'll be today I hope ya doin' killer crunches, ain't gotta vest when it lunges Patch ya stomach, so (NOBODY!) ain't got to see what ya lunch is (Haha) I don't like niggas grumpin', gossipin' in my circumference And Sucka-Free is flippin' humped's we gettin' bills by the bunches Hold up, plot on them thangs, belt-buckles and bang He pull out that thang from behind the belt-buckle than bang Hit ya face with that handle, make ya braces dismantle Then they'll erase the Soprano's and put my face on that channel Jumped down, fun lift the trunk let it dangle Geometric rims spinnin' at a obtuse angle Braud act like she don't see me, bet she get broke in Throwin' gin down her chin, til' her dome spin like my chrome rims Rap-game it was throw'd in, but I'm still gon' win Hell yeah nigga, Koopa freestyle with no pen [Lil' Flip] I'm from the streets, I know yall niggas peep game My nigga Note, just dropped his shit Street Fame Will Lean comin' next, I'm bout to drop again Yall niggas #1, but I'mma take ya spot again I'm off the lot again, rollin' in a drop again I'm sippin' sizzerp, you drinkin' on a Heineken I got the cheddar now I'm on another level now You wearin' white-rocks, it's yellow in my bezel now I gotta bigger car, cuz I'mma bigger star I'm fuckin' Dolly Pardon, she wear a bigger bra You know where I'm from and you know what the fuck we be packin' These niggas be hatin' I'm vested up in-case they jackin' Bitches come and they go, Flip is runnin' the show And if you don't know, now you muthafuckas know I'm the hottest around, niggas know how I get down When I come to your town, hook me up with a pound And we gon' smoke a blunt, and I'm gon' rock the show I know this yo baby-momma but I'mma fuck ya ho Get the brain, get the change, peep the rangs, peep the rocks You know where the fuck I'm from, I represent my block Yall niggas braggin' and boastin', I'll leave you gaggin' and chokin' Jump out the Jag and approachin'..Bitch Nigga