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litty freestyle - axel brizzy lyrics

[intro]
put me in a box, they must have forgotten how i’m scoring with the rock
got it with the lock, threw away the key
but my number on the phone, and they never gon’ delete
if you talking that sh-t better sit down, how many fake fans man i need a recount
y’all gon’ get the beat down, bumping to a beast now
b-tch tell me who the f-cking king now? (woo)

[verse 1]
name list for the hunt now
i just wanna load up the chopper and let the gun blaw
when i’m talking bout a gun, i’m talking metaphorically
you fornicating with my rap name, like every 4 weekly
question your intention like maybe you need a second
to tell me how good that d-ck feel, oh you need a refill?
wanna see the kid fail, head on to my bio
so you could drop me an email, don’t forget the details
and they tryna cop my new sh-t in the retail
won’t even touch yours in the big sale or the resale
a. brizzy, i’m kind of a big deal, all the love they been showing never seemed real
them motherf-ckers be hitting up every female
and the other bunch, they envy how i can eat well
why you acting like a child? you can’t even sit still
take you to mcdonalds and buy you the kids meal (ayy)
why they so iffy?
gotta prove to the city
right about now, i know who f-cking with me
by the end of this record, gon’ tell me they kidding
that joyner and tory sh-t shifted my focus
since the first remix i said i’m the coldest
been on the other sh-t just to do what’s more important
now i’m back on this rap sh-t, i’m fully locked and loaded
tryna be a better me, i do this till the end of me
now they try befriending me, and tell me they a fan of me
i got all the energy to murder all my enemies
don’t tell me who’s ahead of me, i’m deep inside reality
now i got the sauce, i been cooking up the recipe
i’m my own boss, now i’m looking like the center piece
mentally, let me be, i don’t need the hennessy
i know who the baddest be, tryna build a legacy
pedal to the metal, know that i’m the fellow
take your baby boo, imma make the bed rattle
get off your high horse, and don’t forget the saddle
ain’t even a battle, imma wolf, you a cattle
filled up wit hubris, i’m back on my bullsh-t
i’m bringing the nuisance, no f-ck bout your two cents
never smoke but i give it all free
whatever i mentioned, you can put it on me
“privileged” on my diesel jacket
remember when they said that you were lacking
they ain’t know you like that, disrespecting your craft
said you got it out of nothing like it’s magic
can’t call me a sellout, we stay with our mama
i’m just doing my best to give my fam more options
been too quiet, tryna swerve all drama
guess it’s time to speak up when they talk with no logic (sheesh)

- axel brizzy lyrics

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