Rick Owens Freestyle (feat. Lungskull)

You know what, PINKBLXXD

When I see you, I'ma whoop yo' ass, bitch

I'm sick of you talkin' shi-

Poppin' molly, I'm on X

Blicked up with K, when I catch him, stomp his face (oh, what a thrill)

Runnin' down your hood with the mace, cast a fuckin' spell, leave that boy stuck in the mix

Fuck the feds had to put 'em in the race

I'm poppin' Percocets, hopin' that them bitches laced

Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that shit taste?

Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that shit taste?

Ahh, ah-ah, I put mud up in that syrup

I'ma hit his fuckin' face

Hollow tips hit his face, now it's blood all on my shirt

I was tryna hit his bitch but now she gettin' merked

Yesterday she gettin' merked (merked)

Whip up on that ho ass ****, we gon' fuckin' lurk

You not 'bout no fuckin' shit, my ****, pull up, we gon' work

I'm that ****, and I got his blood up on my shirt

Yeah, we run up with that bag, we on go

We gon' cook some shit up, ****, we gon' sell all this blow

Little boy's tryna run away, pay me what you owe (what you owe)

F- ****, he get sent down below

We gon' run up in the crowd like a fuckin' mosh pit

**** get out of my DM's, ****, I don't owe you shit

You can see that fuckin' glow, yeah, that shit is on my wrist

Yeah, she give me fuckin' top, I don't wanna give a kiss

**** steady on my dick, **** get up off my sack

They be fiendin' for some candy like a fuckin' flapjack

**** worried 'bout me, they not focused on they bag

**** dissin' dead ****, they don't know shit, it's sad

**** flexin' they drug use, flexin' fuckin' shrooms

**** be that bold, they just stay up in they room

**** got an ego, they ain't even make it, they a fool

I could give less of a fuck, ****, I'm just cool

Poppin' molly, I'm on X

Blicked up with K, when I catch him, stomp his face (oh, what a thrill)

Runnin' down your hood with the mace, cast a fuckin' spell, leave that boy stuck in the mix

The feds had to put 'em in the race

I'm poppin' Percocets, hopin' that them bitches laced

Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that shit taste?

Rick Owens my feet, I stomp your teeth, how that shit taste?

You're fortunate your arm's broken

If not for that, you wouldn't be getting off so easily