2k freestyle Song lyrics
2DIRTYYChain, fakeYeah, yeah, uhGlocky, glockyYeah, ayy!Spaz, spaz (ayy)
I grip on the stick, bitch I grip automaticThese niggas they fake, they faker than plasticI stay with the tool just like a mechanicYou not gon’ shoot nigga, can itI pull up and shoot, not shootin’ no candidsThey bullets they rip ’em, he need a bandageThe hollows will tear through ’em like a fabricBoy stop all the cap, boy stop all the antics
In these niggas’ songs, they fuck up my adlibsPull up with the chrome and it can get tragicI make him disappear like magicThe Glock with the dick, it get pornographicPull up with the poles, turn him holographicPull up with the beam and I’m wreakin’ havocYou is a bitch, you not a savageAnd I got yo’ bitch tied up in my attic
I put it in rare like she is hispanicBetter change yo’ plan, better change yo’ tacticsI pull up on block, then that nigga panicPull up with the Glock, leave that nigga tattedBut that nigga go, better check his statusGet hit with the pole, got that nigga spazzin’I fuck up her back, I’m givin’ her spasmsI’m killin’ that nigga, throw him in a casket
But close yo’ eyes before shit get graphicPull up with the glizz, split him like a atomMy money is small, my money elasticI leave him underwater, TitanicI poured me a four now, I’m finna test itFull clip, shoot a panoramicGet hit with the Glock, change the demographicThat nigga a snitch, nigga stop rappin’
The bullets they kiss, uh, romanticBitch, I got the clips, boy stop the theatricsThe chopper get wild, but the shit get jurrasicPull up with the tool, I shoot like a basketPull up with the shot, leave him in a casketMy nigga stay with it, my niggas aggressivePull up on that nigga if he not attentiveNot takin’ my chain ’cause I got a weapon
We can get lit, we can get festiveThe Glock with the dick, you get molestedThis thing on my side just like a detectiveThe bullets abuse him, we get domesticI bought me designer, boy, this shit expensiveI put him on TV, uh, ProgressiveI look at your money, that shit not impressiveThe glocky is on me, this shit is oppressive
This nigga get popped like anti-depressantPull up with the dick, I’m sprayin’ propellantChopper go ssssss, Febreeze!Shawty a thot, she get on her kneesYou don’t fit the lick, don’t fit the descriptionBitch I’m in Detroit, I ball like a PistonPull up on his house, don’t need no permissionI leave ’em wrapped up, Egyptian
Pull up with the beam and eat ’em like SkittlesI send him home, early dismissalAnd I get yo’ bitch, get played like a fiddleThat nigga want problems, he get stumped like a riddleThese niggas they rats, Stuart LittleToo cool for school, I stay in detentionYou say that’s yo’ bitch, why she in my mentionsTurn him to a ghost, Danny Phantom (ha, ha)
Glocky!2DIRTYY
I’m king of this shit, yeah, I do it with eleganceI’m in the zone, I’m in my elementI’m with the spiders and all of ’em venomousCan’t give me brain if the bitch unintelligentHoes are retarded, I guess I’ll be celibateIndian nigga, I’m up on a elephantWhy you be rapping if you so irrelevant?Wait ’til your genitals go through development
I hit his skeleton, turn it to gelatinMake his spirit fly up high like a pelicanFuck a human being amount of melaninDoesn’t make a nigga more-so malevolentYou know I tell ’em it, animal delegateStealing and burning and kill for the hell of itAll of these rappers is funny, it evidentAll of ’em fucking witchu for the benefit
Do I be fucking with them, it’s a negativeNiggas be actin’ complacent on sedativesAll of yo’ music is getting repetitiveLike how I rap on this track but it’s better ifI just get credited, I ain’t invented itI just be gassing you all off adrenalineI’m so competitiveEveryone got they opinion, but all of it relative
I’m in the cut my niggas, bacteriaAlways be honest with niggas that near to ya’Niggas fall off always acting superiorI’m in the gut of this slut, her interiorWanna join us, you don’t meet the criteriaI got the rocket that popping in SyriaI be so cold to these nigga, SiberiaIf I’m on the track, get up, nigga I carry ya
Pull out yo’ spine, make a nigga invertebrateI’m in the city, it got a high murder ratePussy ass niggas be talking, they sure to hateShould I abort this lil’ nigga, that’s her debateUhhhPull up I dump out a, “Wait, running man, running man”Someone better get a weight, put a gram on a pan!Bitch you on the front of gate, jump it then, jump it thenFuck it get a cutter mate, GTA on demand
Vroom, vroom!Might hotwire the whip and I zoom, zoom!These niggas be shittin’ like boom, boom!I’m winnin’ I’m grinnin’, a loon toon!That nigga want smoke but ain’t put inThey butthole, I’m puttin’ my foot inGet out of yo’ feelings, you could winBut you way too cold to be cool then!
Ahhh!I put my dick in her mouth and she suck it up!I’m on yo’ block and I’m barkin’ like, “What is up”I will not fuck a hoe unless her butt is up!Nigga be sucking toes, man what the fuck is up wit’ em!My gun on my denim, I send him to Heaven!I get ’em outside of the 7-Eleven!He want it I bring ’em, a spider I sting ’em!The poison is in ’em, I’m done on the rhythm!
Yeah, hahahaha!
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