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one mic freestyle pt 2 - chrisbandss lyrics

[chorus: chrisbands]
free the members, walkin’ on they strip like kemba
.40 gon’ hit whoever, f*ck a gender
we make it hot, even in december
like hop out, i’m tryna send ’em ten
it’s a whole lotta n*ggas i’m better than, like
all you see is a all black skinny n*gga on they block
he thought i was slenderman
’til one of them drop, i ain’t satisfied
they seen us and they run back inside
it’s shoot or get shot, i can’t lack wit’ mines
can’t say what we did, boy that’s classified
and they need to stop wit’ them lies
likе when in the f*ck they gon’ hop in that ridе?
they ain’t do nothin’ when they mans died
and go hit the range, y’all aimin’ for the sky

[verse 1: chrisbands]
keep that tool wit’ me like mechanic
sh*t gettin’ sad, tell ’em stop wit’ the antics
and i been gettin’ bread like sandwich
got my drop, i’m posted on atlantic
once somebody drop, then we hit the cha*cha
they didn’t know i’m hispanic?
whole lotta shots on they block causin’ panic
and they keep on mentionin’ bro, i can’t stand it
stand over, i’m takin’ my mask off
im wit’ maggie, and she keep a strap on, like
how many opps got clapped off? like
how many opps got packed on?
on that block, ain’t leavin’ ’til i tag one
y’all go and ask what happened to the last one
what they say in they songs? they cappin’
none of them on that, they just some rappers
[chorus: chrisbands]
free the members, walkin’ on they strip like kemba
.40 gon’ hit whoever, f*ck a gender
we make it hot, even in december
like hop out, i’m tryna send ’em ten
it’s a whole lotta n*ggas i’m better than, like
all you see is a all black skinny n*gga on they block
he thought i was slenderman
’til one of ’em drop, i ain’t satisfied
they see us and they run back inside
it’s shoot or get shot, i can’t lack wit’ mines
can’t say what we did, boy that’s classified
and they need to stop wit’ them lies
like when in the f*ck they gon’ hop in that ride?
they ain’t do nothin’ when they mans died
and go hit the range, y’all aimin’ for the sky

[verse 2: ethosuave]
like
free the bros
opps do nun’ but d*ckride and troll
how y’all gettin’ busy aimin’ at the floor?
i need silence whenever i throw
this g23 on me heavy, it hold about ten
same tech for a week, i need ends
like, n*gga i’d die ’bout respect
i’ll fl!ck on a n*gga i used to be friends wit’
big knocks on me post up on the 4th
i been outside, y’all just came off the porch
my .40 don’t care if he ocky or tall
mentionin’ me, n*ggas gotta be bored
we had no v, everywhere used to walk
left sh*ll cases in they parks
see, a n*gga like me, i got heart
but havin’ a heart never get you too far
n*ggas actin’ crazy, but don’t ever step foot in the 80z
noname wit’ me, my ‘ooter from haiti
they way we had slid on them n*ggas was wavy
they ain’t see the face, like swayze
sh*t gettin’ serious, tell ’em we ain’t playin’
died in the whip, he thought he was in racin’
n0body was there in they home when we came in
can’t say much, but we was the aggressor
check citizen, put two and two together
n0body did nun’ to us, like ever
can’t move dumb on them drills, we move clever
i been waitin’ patient tryna catch one
ion’ got favorites, i fl!ck on whoever, like
i’m in the 8 wit’ them steppers
better make way in the room when we enter
glah, n*gga

- chrisbandss lyrics

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