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Freestyle (feat. 4L) Video (MV)




Performed By: Studderz
Language: English
Length: 5:33
Written by: Joseph Naquan Adams, Dominique Jones




Studderz - Freestyle (feat. 4L) Lyrics




She
She
Huh
Hey

Yeah
Yeah
Huh
Yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Another day, another bag to flip
Yeah I don't even want your bitch, she a dip

Yeah I be rollin' on the interstate
Goin' past 88, I don't give a f*ck
Man I'm never late, yeah
I pop up with the AK

Actin' like a animal, man I ain't no cannibal
I'm pullin' up
With them drugs, got em' stubbed
I'm movin' shit, I don't even feel like

I can be lit anymore
Man I feel like I'm on the flow
Comin' with it, but I be comin' back
Changin' up the flow with it

And these bitches always trippin
Why you hatin' on a young rich one
Comin' up real quick, got a big gun
And I might split your wick, yeah

And I'm feelin' real good, baby
And these drugs got me feelin' kinda crazy
Lately, huh, I'm poppin' in
With the dope, and I don't even know

Man, my mama
Had to see a lot of shit, but when we
Woke up, we made it
Yeah, I wanna scream that shit, I don't wanna

Be famous, tryin' to get the motherf*ckin
Dope, and I just wanna hit the
Road, even in the cold
And I'm gettin' trappin' everyday, tryin' to get it on

Yeah, and your bitch
Wanna get it on, but I
Center to the side, cuz I'm in the end zone
Already, smokin' on that shit

So heavy, feelin' like I could
Never break 11, uh, yeah
And we poppin' up, yeah
Yeah, I'm never gettin' stuck

All up in my feelings, oh, wait, I am
Yeah, I'm feelin' like
I need another Xan, but baby
Yeah, can you tell me the plan

I'm poppin' percs just to get to the date
And I don't even know another way
I'm feelin' like I'm in another wave
Yeah, another

Motherf*ckin' dollar
Made that bitch scream and holla
Pulled up in a Impala
And she hopped in the back

And she swallowed, yeah
You know that's real shit, real spit
Spittin' off the motherf*ckin' dome, I don't write shit
Yeah, I might write one song, baby

But then I'm goin' crazy
I do a 180, yeah
Bitches always tryin' to creep on me
But I don't need that shit, man, I need to rest in peace

Yeah, and I ain't talkin
About dyin, no, I be on the motherf*ckin
Pan, I be flyin' though
Uh

Yep
Uh-huh
Get it
Yo, tryin' to be

Triumph, I hear the trumpets blow
I'm just tryin' to be the king, I'm tryin' to
Shine rose gold, tryin' to be a diamond
Up in this thing, tryin' to shine like

Everybody wanna see me
Up on the big stage, I'm tryin' to
Be the king, rock outta this cage
I've been chained up, tryin' to make sure

That I never get locked back up
In the jail cell, tryin' to figure out
How to escape hell, tryin' to figure out
How to make my coins flip well

In the wishing well
F*ck that, I got stories to tell
I'm tryin' to yell, I'm the king
Look at me, I'm him, I'ma do my thing

Watch me shine hotter than your bling
I'ma make sure that I stay hot
I'm never gonna stop
When I reach the top, I'll never drop

Uh, unlike these beat
I'ma make sure that I take over these streets
I'm tryin' to spit clean
I'm tryin' to get green

But I need you to move away from me
Don't need no negativity
I'm like a disease without a remedy
I'm tryin' to make sure I cook up the recipe

Tryin' to make sure that I spit nice
I'm tryin' to look like this bitch I like
I'm tryin' to get her to come on my site
Huh, huh, what

What, what, what
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, my boy said he wants to come on his site
I don't even give a f*ck, man, I don't cry

Pull up to the plug and I'm like
I'ma buy everything you want
Man, I like to get it gone
Get it gone real fast

In my zone, man, I'm speedin' real fast
Do the dash on the f*ckin' couch
Man, I put my middle finger out, man
I be feelin' like the man, I'm the Xan man

Rollin' round town like I'm the plug man
I don't even get no shits
Rolled around the f*ckin' city, man, I like loose lips
Yeah, they sink ships, yeah

Don't mention family and business
Cause that's some crooked shit, yeah
Rolled around with a big K
And it might be a bad day if you try to play

Uh, yeah, I was eatin' every day
Gettin' big stomach, man, I don't even know where to go
Where to go, man, I'm drownin' in the f*ckin' snow
And I don't even feel like I can get it flow

Flow like the river, and I'm on fire
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
Flow like the river, and I'm always gettin' sicker

Yeah, I'm sicker than the flu
Comin' at you, I beat you black and blue
Then I come with my crew
And we leave you loose

I'm a loose screw, yeah
And I don't know if I need some more food
But I feel hungry
Eatin' wrappers for dinner, yeah

And I, my pockets all fat, yo, it's dinner
Feelin' like I'm the best
And I don't know where to stop
Yeah, I be gettin' that guap

F*ck a cop, rolled around my city
Like I'm top notch
Yeah, they can't f*ck with this
I got gold on my teeth, and I be spittin' shit

And you can feel it
You can really f*ckin' feel it
And I got feelings, I ain't scared to admit it, bitch
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She
She
Huh
Hey

Yeah
Yeah
Huh
Yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Another day, another bag to flip
Yeah I don't even want your bitch, she a dip

Yeah I be rollin' on the interstate
Goin' past 88, I don't give a f*ck
Man I'm never late, yeah
I pop up with the AK

Actin' like a animal, man I ain't no cannibal
I'm pullin' up
With them drugs, got em' stubbed
I'm movin' shit, I don't even feel like

I can be lit anymore
Man I feel like I'm on the flow
Comin' with it, but I be comin' back
Changin' up the flow with it

And these bitches always trippin
Why you hatin' on a young rich one
Comin' up real quick, got a big gun
And I might split your wick, yeah

And I'm feelin' real good, baby
And these drugs got me feelin' kinda crazy
Lately, huh, I'm poppin' in
With the dope, and I don't even know

Man, my mama
Had to see a lot of shit, but when we
Woke up, we made it
Yeah, I wanna scream that shit, I don't wanna

Be famous, tryin' to get the motherf*ckin
Dope, and I just wanna hit the
Road, even in the cold
And I'm gettin' trappin' everyday, tryin' to get it on

Yeah, and your bitch
Wanna get it on, but I
Center to the side, cuz I'm in the end zone
Already, smokin' on that shit

So heavy, feelin' like I could
Never break 11, uh, yeah
And we poppin' up, yeah
Yeah, I'm never gettin' stuck

All up in my feelings, oh, wait, I am
Yeah, I'm feelin' like
I need another Xan, but baby
Yeah, can you tell me the plan

I'm poppin' percs just to get to the date
And I don't even know another way
I'm feelin' like I'm in another wave
Yeah, another

Motherf*ckin' dollar
Made that bitch scream and holla
Pulled up in a Impala
And she hopped in the back

And she swallowed, yeah
You know that's real shit, real spit
Spittin' off the motherf*ckin' dome, I don't write shit
Yeah, I might write one song, baby

But then I'm goin' crazy
I do a 180, yeah
Bitches always tryin' to creep on me
But I don't need that shit, man, I need to rest in peace

Yeah, and I ain't talkin
About dyin, no, I be on the motherf*ckin
Pan, I be flyin' though
Uh

Yep
Uh-huh
Get it
Yo, tryin' to be

Triumph, I hear the trumpets blow
I'm just tryin' to be the king, I'm tryin' to
Shine rose gold, tryin' to be a diamond
Up in this thing, tryin' to shine like

Everybody wanna see me
Up on the big stage, I'm tryin' to
Be the king, rock outta this cage
I've been chained up, tryin' to make sure

That I never get locked back up
In the jail cell, tryin' to figure out
How to escape hell, tryin' to figure out
How to make my coins flip well

In the wishing well
F*ck that, I got stories to tell
I'm tryin' to yell, I'm the king
Look at me, I'm him, I'ma do my thing

Watch me shine hotter than your bling
I'ma make sure that I stay hot
I'm never gonna stop
When I reach the top, I'll never drop

Uh, unlike these beat
I'ma make sure that I take over these streets
I'm tryin' to spit clean
I'm tryin' to get green

But I need you to move away from me
Don't need no negativity
I'm like a disease without a remedy
I'm tryin' to make sure I cook up the recipe

Tryin' to make sure that I spit nice
I'm tryin' to look like this bitch I like
I'm tryin' to get her to come on my site
Huh, huh, what

What, what, what
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, my boy said he wants to come on his site
I don't even give a f*ck, man, I don't cry

Pull up to the plug and I'm like
I'ma buy everything you want
Man, I like to get it gone
Get it gone real fast

In my zone, man, I'm speedin' real fast
Do the dash on the f*ckin' couch
Man, I put my middle finger out, man
I be feelin' like the man, I'm the Xan man

Rollin' round town like I'm the plug man
I don't even get no shits
Rolled around the f*ckin' city, man, I like loose lips
Yeah, they sink ships, yeah

Don't mention family and business
Cause that's some crooked shit, yeah
Rolled around with a big K
And it might be a bad day if you try to play

Uh, yeah, I was eatin' every day
Gettin' big stomach, man, I don't even know where to go
Where to go, man, I'm drownin' in the f*ckin' snow
And I don't even feel like I can get it flow

Flow like the river, and I'm on fire
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
Flow like the river, and I'm always gettin' sicker

Yeah, I'm sicker than the flu
Comin' at you, I beat you black and blue
Then I come with my crew
And we leave you loose

I'm a loose screw, yeah
And I don't know if I need some more food
But I feel hungry
Eatin' wrappers for dinner, yeah

And I, my pockets all fat, yo, it's dinner
Feelin' like I'm the best
And I don't know where to stop
Yeah, I be gettin' that guap

F*ck a cop, rolled around my city
Like I'm top notch
Yeah, they can't f*ck with this
I got gold on my teeth, and I be spittin' shit

And you can feel it
You can really f*ckin' feel it
And I got feelings, I ain't scared to admit it, bitch
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Writer: Joseph Naquan Adams, Dominique Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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