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letra de super gremlin freestyle - joell ortiz & kxng crooked

[intro]
man, we could be superstars
we been ridin’, wreckin’ cars (uh, huh)
what is at stakes for us? (yeah)
kickin’ off power mirrors

[verse 1: joell ortiz]
y’all dealin’ with two superstars
stupid bars, who’s in charge?
if you involved in rappin’, you at odds with this, new group is h.a.r.d
remove the guards from mount rushmore
russia made room for our mugshots
chopped in solid rock glock c-ck molotov
c-cktail pops every shot, lock a blocker like serge ibaka
do guards on the block, try to put me in a box
but i’m nice enough to play hopscotch in my socks
rock my scotch and soda gins, neat like no soda in my scotch
you scotch tape, i’m yellow tape, stick around
while i stick figure n-ggas, every drop get used to me (yaowa)
my day ones tеllin’ newcomers like “oh man, this ain’t nеw to me”
son been spewin’ eulogies in the booth with ease
since ray allen and reggie miller were shootin’ threes
since pops told craig “put the gun down, son, real men use two of these”
here i am, grown man, ten twenty years, and no slowin’ down
ten twenty minutes set, ten twenty thousand in my sweats, best show in town
model s plaid, ten twenty horsepower, can’t even hear me roll around (shhh)
i hit a switch, and it take off like a p-ssy little b-tch
when it’s time to fight, you all bark and not a bite
i’m a gremlin, kept the little gizmo wet, n-ggas
that’s how you earn a stripe
i’m a dope boy from the trap sh-t
yeah, i sound dope on this trap sh-t
this is real spill, no captions
still my real name, my rap sh-t
closed casket
[verse 2: kxng crooked]
closed casket, mo’ classics, go glasses, no caption
yo ass is molasses, you slow (slow)
thinkin’ i won’t come around to toe tag sh-t, you know (know)
i ain’t gon keep listen to the hoe ass sh-t, let’s go (go)
n-ggas try to throw shots at me, they crazy
n-ggas threw a shot so weak, that sh-t didn’t even tase me (d-mn)
sh-t didn’t even phase me (d-mn), ‘least you coulda grazed me
every time you talk sh-t about me, you insult the n-ggas that raise me
call my phone like “what up, crook? these n-ggas trippin'”
we trippin’ too
infrared n-gga, infragreen n-gga, infrablue
i got every color on the stick, when the lights are off, i’ma get at you
this is true, all you do is make a bunch of sh-t i never listen to
i be bumpin’ that b-tches brew, b-tches you
out your mind, we goin’ to war
“where you learn to act like that, crook?”
old n-ggas at the corner store
taught me how to get more and more
ny 4s like jordan wore, clean you up like floor decor
the streets sweeper did chores before
why would i fear any rapper, semi clapper?
minnie mac that are spinnin’ backwards
long beach, i’m with the city factors
litty jackers, green bay, we really packers
big guns, which one?
six touchdowns, one field goal, colt .45, indianapolis
super gremlin, shootin’ crazy, the bazooka trembiln’
leader of the movement, putin’s kremlin
medieval torture, chop your head like the duke of finland
blow your car up and shoot the engine
only thing left is the whoopty’s emblem
shooter slide off bumpin’ trap sh-t
n-ggas probably thought gucci sent them
told you, we be spinnin’ like the globe do
long beach, that’s a code blue
top down in my old school
grown man playin’ slow jams
on the phone with my broham
joell, we gotta drop another album, f-ck up the program
i’m gone, man
[outro: kxng crooked]
i’m gone, i’m outta here, hahaha
yo, they ain’t f-ck with me and joell, man
they ain’t f-ckin’ with us, hahaha
ah, sh-t
june

- joell ortiz kxng crooked

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