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crazy freestyle - kasher quon & pedro sleaze lyrics

[verse 1: pedro sleaze & kasher quon]
man, these n*ggas jokes
i could tell [?] b*tch broke (restart that b*tch)

[interlude: pedro sleaze & kasher quon]
four minutes, this ain’t gon’ stop
yeah, it ain’t gon’ go down, well, f*ck it, we on that b*tch for a minute, then
restart that b*tch for a minute

[verse 2: kasher quon & pedro sleaze]
’cause we was already on that b*tch for like two minutes
the lil’ b*tch said “kasher, can you f*ck me for two minutes?”
so you know what i said? i told her, “come on”
you worried ’bout another grown man, boy, you h0m*
y’all ain’t gettin’ no dough
i’m finna kick this n*gga in his face, that’s a low blow
d*mn, she tried to hit me in my nuts
freaky*ass b*tch, hit from the back, i got my thumb in her b*tt
i just f*cked a bad*ass b*tch in a truck
then bought her ass some pizza hut
this all hustle, this ain’t no luck
y’all lil’ n*ggas ain’t got no guts
i just shot a n*gga yesterday, but i ain’t gеt caught
and i f*cked my b*tch best friend and almost got caught, for rеal
b*tch say she want a birkin bag and it got bought
my and my n*ggas see your opps, then we gon’ stalk
saw the opps out in traffic, then they gettin’ chalked
white buffs on my face, them b*tches look like chalk
and i’m runnin’ through these hoes, you can call me marshall faulk
buy the lows inside of bulk
i’m ’bout to go and get a whole pint
this lil’ b*tch said, “kasher, can i spend the night?”
so you know what i told her? (what?)
pull up
and if you got a friend, both of y’all can just come in
ayy, both of y’all p*ssies what i’ma cum in
f*cked that lil’ b*tch from the back and put my thumb in (d*mn)
i was
run in
then the lil’ b*tch told me, “i’m cummin'”
my mans said he got a pint, i’m comin’ (d*mn)
’cause i got a weak stomach (ooh, sh*t)
and i think i’m ’bout to vomit
i cannot take it
you already know they hopin’ that my n*gga kasher don’t make it
he already made it, n*gga, i ain’t even playin’, hold on
i was f*cked up sleepin’ in my peoples’ bas*m*nt
now i got a crib out the way, i’m chillin’ (chillin’)
got some hoes finna come over
i’m finna go and buy a range rover
i’m ’bout to go and buy a range rover
then after that, your b*tch gon’ come over
i bend her over, slump her over
slapped my lil’ brother in the head with a game controller
then i went and bought that lil’ n*gga two game controllers
d*mn, i guess you must have broke the first one
me and my n*ggas, we had to go and buy a bunch of guns
i’m pullin’ up with a big chop
i did the dash ’cause i thought i just saw the cops
this n*gga walkin’ up the street right now, that’s one of my opps
i’m ’bout to get out this b*tch and make him—
nah, that’s a white old man
i’m ’bout to— drop out and hit that n*gga with my hands
caught a bum*ass n*gga in an old*ass van
what you do to him?
shot that b*tch up
a b*tch was likin’ on my pictures, so she got f*cked, for real
like why you keep on likin’?
if i can’t hit that p*ssy, b*tch, stop likin’
this n*gga wanna argue on the ‘net, i ain’t finna keep typin’
and i heard the n*gga got an android, he be skypin’
and this b*tch just got hit by thirty different n*ggas, you ate her out, boy, you triflin’
man, that lil’ n*gga nasty
was finna f*ck that b*tch but she was too ashy
i got a new b*tch, she cold and classy
i got this one b*tch i hit from the back, she was moanin’ past me
haha, that b*tch wanted to get passed around
n*ggas f*cked up in the crib eatin’ puppy chow
d*mn, y’all ain’t even got no cap and gown
i’m sick dog came dog food
i just saw a fiend overdose off dog food
that ain’t even your sh*t, boy, that’s dog food
you already know me and my n*ggas goin’— b*tch, we all bool
hold on, wait, let me catch the flow
n*gga ran up in this b*tch, we guaranteed put him on the floor
i’ma grab the chop out the truck and i’ma let it blow
this b*tch just pulled up to my crib and she—
i just turned that n*gga into a clown, i put the beam on his nose
me and bro just hit, called a couple numbers and now we got some hoes
i just slapped the f*ck out of n*gga that was pigeon toed
was finna f*ck this b*tch yesterday that was pigeon toed
ayy, i was ’bout to f*ck her in the p*ssy, but i put it in a different ho
hold on, hold on, hold on, i think you on some weird sh*t
my cousin ran off with a band on some weird sh*t
i pulled up to his house and i slapped the f*ck out the n*gga
d*mn, now his face got a handprint
only reason i ain’t k!ll him ’cause, man, we was family
but i don’t give a f*ck, i’ll still k!ll my family
’cause the p*ssy*ass n*gga should’ve never tried to ham me
i just caught my cousin nasty ass f*ckin’ a tranny
i can’t believe these lil’ n*ggas thinkin’ they can scam me
you know what i did? i just scammed my granny
and i scammed this one b*tch that told me i was her sugar daddy
ooh, sh*t, and i just scammed my uncle
you know i took all the grams from that n*gga, like f*ck you
my uncle— ooh, i f*cked up
i f*cked up
[interlude: kasher quon]
three hundred, restart that b*tch again
we got three hundred people in this b*tch
y’all n*ggas missed them freestyles, huh?
them in*car freestyles?
mm

[verse 3: kasher quon & pedro sleaze]
i’m in the car right now and i’m smokin’ on a backwood
i’m finna sign a deal, then i’ma move to hollywood
i had to couple— cuttin’ n*ggas off, they sayin’ i’m hollywood
d*mn, n*gga, let me hit the blunt
freaky*ass b*tch text my phone like can you let me stuff?
man, that b*tch just wanna take a trip
n*gga try me ’round in this b*tch, i’m comin’ off the hip
f*cked that lil’ b*tch for an hour and broke her hip
just caught one of my opps at the store and broke his hip
i was f*ckin’ that lil’ b*tch face and i swolled her lip
d*mn, her sh*t swole
n*ggas f*cked up in the crib eatin’ food with mold
d*mn, n*ggas said they was gon’ touch a hundred bands, ain’t never reach his goal
a hundred bands ain’t my goal
i already had that, and i done blew through it
i don’t wanna f*ck that lil’ ho, i done been blew in her
d*mn, ’cause the lil’ b*tch was a ho
and now i’m gettin’ money, b*tch, you know i’m gettin’ dough
bro just text me and he said, “it’s a go”
i asked him what he mean, he said, “i got a four, of wock”
‘hardt, hit a n*gga in his heart
you know that me and my… n*ggas shootin’ bullets, f*ck some darts
i’m finna pull up in a whip that’s push to start
this n*gga got an old*ass whip that won’t start
he in a motherf*ckin’ buggy, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a cart
you know me and my n*ggas goin’ crazy, smokin’ cookie out the jar
bullets comin’ very far
pop up on a n*gga block, we poppin’ all your famous stars
i don’t stay in the hood no more, i stay very far
this b*tch just said, “why you say so f*ckin’ far?” (b*tch)
took fifty minutes to come over here
i don’t give a f*ck, you and your friend can come over here
yeah, i’m tryna have a threesome
b*tch, bend over, i ain’t tryna eat you
the b*tch wasn’t even all that cold, she was just decent
a n*gga just ran off with a play, but he can keep it, for real
i just saw some dog sh*t on the ground, i made a n*gga eat it
that n*gga just ate sh*t
my b*tch just text my phone and said, “you ain’t sh*t”
and a n*gga just told me yesterday i’m not gon’ make it with the music (d*mn)
i’m ’bout to abuse it
n*ggas [?] wrong in this b*tch, i’m speakin’ fluent
you already know me and my n*ggas gettin’ ‘bows flew in
and them b*tches comin’ straight from cali
i just saw a bum*ass n*gga in an old denali
i can’t believe this n*gga had on a f*cked up pair of bellys
and i saw a bum*ass n*gga in an old chally
i’m sick dog came ‘012
my cousin got locked up for two years back in ‘012
i can’t do sh*t about it, n*gga, oh well
should’ve never got caught with a pistol
just caught one of my opps, i’m ’bout to shoot at him and bust…
every pimple
nah, f*ck that sh*t, i’ma shoot at him, blowin’ like a whistle
these ain’t no little*ass bullets, they ain’t gon’ tickle
n*gga, mac*11 lip gloss, this b*tch ’bout to kiss you
it’s ’bout to kiss you right in your face
my grandma just— came and kissed my on my face
i can’t believe this ’bout to let me cum on her face
like, d*mn, with your nasty ass
this b*tch think that she cold with her nasty ass
got a nasty roll in my pocket with my nasty cash
n*gga
man, that sh*t so dirty
but i don’t wanna f*ck that b*tch ’cause she’s so dirty
i f*cked a milf yesterday, she told me she was thirty
just caught one of my opps and hit that lil’ n*gga with thirty rounds
this b*tch hold thirty*three, three more than curry
p*ssy n*gga try me, i’ma get that n*gga buried
d*mn, dog gon’ be in the dirt
he say that he smokin’ on runtz, that’s dirt
that ain’t no motherf*ckin’ runtz
i just slapped the sh*t out of a white*ass c*nt
i can’t believe he smokin’ on that bullsh*t, you f*ckin’ up your lungs, d*mn
pass the beat around like we holdin’ on some tums
i just broke this b*tch heart and then i fed her ass some tums
i need some new lungs
’cause i keep smokin’ all this godd*mn cookie and i can’t breathe
n*gga, i can’t breathe
i’m f*ckin’ on this b*tch, you know that she ’bout to leave
n*gga try me wrong, i pull a forty, that’s my trusty thing
i just had a son, he my junior, ap3
that n*gga said he had a seed
just bust in this b*tch mouth, she ate all my seeds
she ate all my seeds
i’m in this b*tch high as h*ll, feelin’ like lil keed
i’m in this b*tch high as h*ll, i just lost my house keys
and i’m trippin’ right now, i can’t find my car keys, either
what the f*ck i just do with them b*tches?
my old hoes all cut off, i don’t know what i did with them b*tches
these b*tches mad i’ma beat on them b*tches
i don’t really give a f*ck about hoes, i’ll spit on them b*tches
they mad i got lit on them b*tches
this b*tch came back to my ‘gram, she see i’m turnt
this n*gga said he got some cookie, he smokin’ some burnt weed
i can’t believe he f*cked that b*tch without a condom, now he got a burnt p*n*s
that sh*t so nasty
d*mn, now he f*cked up
[interlude: kasher quon]
sh*t, i’ma hit this b*tch one more time
still a good three fifty on here
right now
uh
that beat sick, this a youtube beat
that ain’t no atm krown, n*gga, that’s pedro
you literally see me post that sh*t

[verse 4: kasher quon & pedro sleaze]
this n*gga just said am i in the car with atm?
i just bust a play, i gotta pull up to the atm
they ain’t let me perform, so now i’m shootin’ up the stadium
caught one of my opps, i’m finna crack that n*gga cranium
d*mn, i’m ’bout to knock his brains on the floor
we don’t give a f*ck about nothin’, less it’s ’bout some dough
bro just called, he said he got some hoes on the floor
i told that n*gga f*ck that, i got some pros on the floor
these n*ggas b*tches, on the ‘gram just steady tryna go viral
man, they might catch coronavirus
we don’t give a f*ck about these n*ggas, b*tch, we tryna build an empire
you need to go to a job and see who hirin’
’cause you broke as h*ll, livin’ on ‘tirement
d*mn, i know you tired
you already know these lil’ n*ggas snitchin’, i know they wired
i’m sick they came police
i just did the dash ’cause i thought i saw the police
and i just scammed my own d*mn auntie
d*mn, man, i just scammed a n*gga who was hoopin’ up at joe dees
got some pros, i’m ’bout to go and blow these
you posted that on the ‘gram, but it ain’t your cheese
n*gga, why you uppin’ dog money?
come and take somethin’ from me, i’ma turn this n*gga into a f*ckin’ mummy
i’ma have that n*gga runnin’
this b*tch just said, “kasher quon, you finna make me cum”
’cause i was f*ckin’ that b*tch hard
b*tch, i’m fully charged like i’m super saiyan
i’m ’bout to go and drop another gold chain, who the f*ck he playin’?
and that b*tch gon’ be dancin’
i just scammed a n*gga online that was talkin’ spanish
d*mn, couldn’t understand me
i don’t give a f*ck, i still know how to f*ckin’ ham her
everywhere i go, i got the hammer
this b*tch said she wanna buy numbers, so i’m ’bout to ham her
this n*gga just said, “i just met a famous scammer”
named kasher quon
a lame n*gga made an instagram named kasher won
i just met this one bad*ass b*tch, she let me smash from behind
she let me hit it from the back
this b*tch just text my phone and said, “i’m outside”
i told that lil’ b*tch come on and come inside
this lil’ b*tch said, “come on, pedro, come inside”
but i used a condom ’cause i ain’t finna cum inside
caught one of my opps, i’m finna make him hit the cha*cha slide
i just bust all on this b*tch face, now i’m callin’ for a ride
like can you come pick me up?
this b*tch just said, “i’m stranded, send me a lyft or somethin'”
b*tch, i ain’t usin’ my punches for you
i don’t swipe lyfts, n*gga, that sh*t or food
you know why? ’cause that sh*t petty
i’d rather just use my own d*mn debit card
i don’t really even scam no more, i just get paid off music and shows
and some other sh*t
in case a n*gga want some methods or somethin’
but what i do with that, i just spend that on drank or somethin’ (mm*hmm)
or like eight three*fives
this n*gga just said, “can i hold a three*five?”
why you askin’ me that? lil’ n*gga, i don’t sell weed
this ratchet*ass b*tch at the room tryna sell coochie
ayy, can you f*ck with me for the two?
i—
n*gga said can he buy some weed for two dollars
i’m finna f*ck this b*tch and i’ma give her two dollars, like—
[interlude: pedro sleaze & kasher quon]
you didn’t believe the n*gga said that
and you know what’s crazy?
come and get your bread back
but you know what’s crazy? ’cause yesterday, a n*gga really said that but i gave the n*gga a free gram and let him hold five dollars
i can’t believe it
so why would you say can i— can you give me two?

[verse 5: kasher quon & pedro sleaze]
what the f*ck i’ma do with two?
the two that you just gave me, i gave it to you
n*gga, what the f*ck is y’all n*ggas on? y’all n*ggas tryna get blew
’cause y’all sayin’ a whole bunch of bullsh*t that i don’t like, that sh*t fluke
d*mn
just like your clothes, that sh*t fluke
just like that lil’ b*tch titties, man, them b*tches fluke
the b*tch just blew me in a room like a flute
i’m ’bout to blow up out this b*tch with the rap game, n*gga, throw me a nuke
i’m high as h*ll, i’m ’bout to just hop out the roof
i’m ’bout to k!ll a p*ssy*ass n*gga, they gon’ have to buy him a suit
just caught one of my opps, i’m finna knock out every single tooth
i just hopped on 96, it’s out of state motherf*ckin’ boys, i got an uke*juke
called my mans and said do you got some f*ckin’ juice?
the n*gga just said, “bro, i ain’t got no f*ckin’ juice”
i d*mn near cried and told bro to take me to the crib (d*mn)
kev, this sh*t so serious
was tryna f*ck this b*tch ’til she said, “i’m on my period”
i can’t believe this b*tch tryna be funny, b*tch, you not hilarious
time to f*ck this lil’ b*tch and pass her to my lil’ brother darius
n*gga
’cause she was too easy
and i scammed a fat*ass n*gga that look like peezy
a n*gga just had a fake chain, it was cheesy
man, that b*tch is fake as h*ll
i know i’m movin’ slow as h*ll, i’m off the green, movin’ like a snail
bro said he sip green faithfully
he ain’t got a problem with it, you know me, i’ma sip wock’
it ain’t a problem with either one
this b*tch just said, “pull up”
i got a gun
you already—

[interlude: kasher quon]
ayy, that b*tch— ayy, we was goin’ crazy on that b*tch, i ain’t gon’ lie
we just really, like, real deal, like, ripped that sh*t, bro
it’s four hundred people in this b*tch, you feel me?
play it back again ’cause i’m in a rappin’ [?]
i’ll never tell it be that many people in there, they do not be followin’
that’s why i say i be screen—, i be literally screenshottin’ your followers before i tag you (yeah)
and every time, only like four people follow
like, bro, how it’s four hundred people? i have a whole hundred twenty thousand followers, like
that sh*t is crazy
y’all, make sure y’all follow that n*gga
ayy, i’m banned right now, i can’t make no captions or nothin’, that’s why i ain’t been postin’ nothin’

[verse 6: kasher quon & pedro sleaze]
mad as h*ll right now ’cause instagram got me banned
this b*tch said, “why you f*ck me and then block me?”
’cause i don’t even wanna deal with you
i don’t wanna pull up no more and chill with you
d*mn
labels called, probably like, “n*gga, we tryna make a deal with you”
so i told them n*ggas hurry up with that check

[interlude: pedro sleaze & kasher quon]
no disrespect
hold on, hold on
i was with this person for eighteen years and then we split up—
youtube ads and sh*t
switched the whole lil’—
sh*t, we still got three sixty
i was ’bout to let that b*tch play, whatever
i don’t even see the other people
bet
where’s pedro at? bro, i literally tagged the n*gga
that’s my name, pedro sleaze

[verse 7: pedro sleaze & kasher quon]
this a different beat, i’m ’bout to cut it up
n*gga try me ’round, that n*gga dumb as f*ck
i just hopped up in them challies, b*tch, now i’m cuttin’ up
uh, got a big fat b*tch, ooh
ain’t talkin’ ’bout the movie, but i love the color purple
let me catch that back
ain’t talkin’ ’bout the movie, but i love the color purple
i’m sick n*ggas think they gettin’ off with purple jeans
mm*mm, you is not gettin’ off
told the b*tch she turn me off, my d*ck gettin’ soft
hit his drank with some fentanyl
sh*t, that n*gga finna fall
that n*gga ’bout to fall over
this b*tch just text my phone and said, “can i come over?”
just rolled up a ‘wood and i can’t get no higher
just told this b*tch we go together, i’m a whole liar
tryna spin the scat, f*ckin’ up my tires
i don’t wanna f*ck with doggy snitchin’, man wear a wire
d*mn, i’m really feelin’ wired
n*gga try me in this b*tch, i’ma get that n*gga hired
sippin’ on a three right now, i’m feelin’ tired
this b*tch just said, “can you pick me up on tireman?”
i told him it was a perc, but i gave the n*gga a vitamin
d*mn, you know that i just popped a percocet
i had fell in love with her titties, she got a perky set
d*mn
them b*tches so perfect
i just made twenty*five hundred, that sh*t so perfect
walked into the bank and got it, but i was nervous
got a tight pair of balmain jeans, it look like i’m jerkin’
i just spent two forty just to sip a deuce of wock’, n*gga, i swear it’s worth it, hold on
gave all my old balmains to my lil’ brother
bought some new amiris and gave the old ones to my lil’ brother
ayy, the real thing is, he ain’t even cappin’
his lil’ brother really got them b*tches right now, he is not just rappin’
gave that n*gga all my new shoes and clothes
that n*gga just got a high school, so you know he gotta look crispy
this b*tch just said i like you ’cause you look crispy
i told the b*tch i’m ’bout to— have you ridin’ with me
come on
b*tch said, “d*mn, where we goin’?”
i don’t even know, i’m just tryna drive and get high
bum*ass n*gga just livin’ to get by
was tryna f*ck a b*tch the first night, but she was shy
mm*mm*mm
b*tch, get your sh*t together
we be goin’ on the beats, we don’t write, this a capella, hold on
that sh*t comin’ off the head
just cut into the b*tch and said, “is you gon’ give me some head?”
just saw one of my opps and said, “n*gga, where is my bread?”
’bout to slide down that n*gga sh*t, like we on a sled
i’m still f*ckin’ with bro ’cause i was on that n*gga pegs
been knowin’ this n*gga for like ten fifteen years, i am not cappin’
drink kinda f*ckin’ purple
d*mn, he f*cked me up, he switched it up on me
ayy, let me hop back on the beat
n*gga try me wrong, i’ma knock that n*gga off his feet
that sh*t—
lame n*gga at the crib beatin’ his beat
alright
you know me, i got some freaks finna come over
she said, “i’m with a couple more friends”
so all i’ma need you to do is just bring some friends with you
told the lil’ b*tch to come over
her friend was at the bunny so i gave that b*tch the cold shoulder
like, b*tch, if you don’t get the f*ck on
ran off with a n*gga boa and told him, “f*ck on”, bye
y’all n*ggas ’bout to die
freaky*ass b*tch, she wanna f*ck me
when i left, the b*tch had to cry
d*mn, cut a n*gga to sleep, he went night*night, i ain’t sing no lullaby
d*mn
that n*gga out of there
poured up a three last night, i was out of there
n*gga ran away out of fear
he talkin’ ’bout this n*gga gettin’ cut—

- kasher quon pedro sleaze lyrics

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