Cayden. Null? - FreeStyler (feat. Lil Epson Printer) Lyrics

Ayo, young Barkley
Where the hell you been
I still need some of them beats from you
It's been couple months
I still need one of them beats man
Them beats are for the people
DakaDakaDakaDakaDakaDa
Ight
Man
I swear to god if you don't give me one of them beats right now
I'm bouta
I'm bouta
I'm bouta go Kendrick Lamar on you buddy
Remember that (F*ck You Carlos)
Eating anuses with a side of Nuetella
BuffBitchesFartin still proving he the motherf*cking realest the realest
They asked where I've been, where the music I've been concealing
Shit, I've just been in my motherf*cking feelings
These hoes don't believe in me
My bros don't believe in me
My friends don't believe in me
My foes don't believe in me
Go f*ck in your mother (YAY!)
I struggle to paint these pictures
Throw em away, rearrange cut them with some scissors
And some clippers, full of shit like your family members
Call me fresh the way I serve up this shit and I'm young blessed n depressed really living in 94
I'm at a party right
Black girl that look like SZA
White girl that look like Jordana
Asian girl that look like Laufey
Mixed girl that look Kamala
I got a four.1 GPA with nothing to show for it but two wack ass parents who do nothing but hoe shit
I'm just joking
Bitch
Shake your ass
Shake your tits
CayCayNullian is rich
So much thought bubbles my mind clouded
Hense the title of the album
My anxiety racing, who can I run to trust, & indulging in masturbation, lost in my life I'm aggravated
Anyways hoe, yeah I rap girl
You gone fap girl
Eating anuses with a side of Nuetella
BuffBitchesFartin still proving he the motherf*cking realest
They asked where I've been, where the music I've been concealing
Shit I've just been in my feelings
These hoes don't believe in me
My bros don't believe in me
My friends don't believe in me
My foes don't believe in me
Go f*ck in your mother
Aye Aye Aye Aye
Suck a motherf*cking dick bitch
Koga a better rapper
But I got a big dick
BBC six inch (Wow)
BMW I ride
Nigga why are you mad
Nigga eat a fish stick
On my I Miss My Wii shit
Now I rap like Kyd Cai
Nigga name is Sean Combs
So you already know
I flow delusional
Shout out Thomas
Shout out Clockwork
Killed it like a funeral
It's crazy like
This mixtape the only thing I've looked forward to next to GTA VI
My life f*cking sucks
Unlike her and her
I bought her this book
To get to know her
She ain't wrote in it
Waste of money time n pride n love care n strife
Why do I even try
These niggas don't give a f*ck
The world is ending too
All I got to my name is this music
That no cares about because I'm not spitting that pollution (Or your trash)
Game is game though
Flame is flame hoe
Nicki Minaj thighs on my mind
She like a rainbow (Wow)
I don't know what the f*ck to say next nigga
Cash them checks nigga
So sigma, sacred soul in a sold temple selling seashells on Shein with a dope dealer
Call me nonsense
Common sense isn't common so we get the consequence
We have to watch the party die
If you wanna bring back the confidence
The passion and pain
Don't say hip hop's name in vain
Suck a veiny dick
Buy some vintage bathing apes
Everyday I live in a reality
That I hate
And the music I make, it keeps me with faith
I come home, go to sleep, I hate to be awake
I'm tired
She asked why I always take a nap when we're supposed to text
You can take this apology from this song I'll do the rest (Aww)