Chiddy Freestyle 2.0*

[Intro: Chiddy]
Yeah, check it out
I think I'ma kick a little freestyle, yeah
Uh, yeah, yo

[Verse: Chiddy & Xaphoon Jones]
I'm a large mister, the type to hit and probably call sisters
And get a bunch of shows and play bar mitzvahs
Flow sicker, pockets little bigger
Whatever you think, I'm just bigger and iller
I just got it, got the paraphernalia
Real niggas speak first, you are not familiar
Unfamiliar, he gon' keep killin' that beat
And I'ma just do it, keep drillin' that freak
My flow hotter, yes, holla at your gwala
Chiddy in the building, they know what's in Guatemala
I don't even care 'cause I'm gettin' it like a scholar
However you make 'еm, I do keep on gettin' dollars
And I'm just gon' flex it, I'm just gon' caress it
Got that watch fluorеscent, anyone could test in
Any chick confessin', she was just interested
Chiddy Bang blowin' up, we are Smith and Wesson (Uh)
I'ma keep rappin', this the trifecta
'Cause we could rip shit on top of the Tribeca
Anybody know me, man, I'm the type to wreck ya
'Cause I dropped out semesters from my whack-ass professors
I'm just so ill, dawg; yeah, I'm so real, dawg
Though my heart hot but somehow I'm still chill, dawg
Yeah, I take that chick down to my path
Say my kicks overpriced, iPad
Yeah, I laugh, I just keep doing this
Yeah, homie, I don't play, I just keep screwing it
You was nice but you just keep losing it
And everything that's hot in the streets, we probably moving it
Homie, it's okay, you can call a broad
It's Chiddy and they probably know us out in Arkansas
Yo, I'm in the throne, it's sick
But I might just spit over stones and bricks
I got my home and shit, I'm in my zone and bitch, I gotta get it though
Yeah, they say that I be really gone
Call me XV, I bring her into my zone
Never leave a rap alone
And I just get my rapping on, homie
Got them Air Force but I got the game on my back, no chance, boy
They gotta call my shit, no camcord
"Why the hell you tryna book that man for?"
They say money breeds envy
And I'm just so real and I got a lot of haters
Flow just greater, no indicator
Got a lot of strong, AC Slater
The flow is just like Gator, download
I'm in a [?], man, and I got my crown, ooh
Just keep on rapping, I'ma keep on stacking
We gon' make some videos right in Manhattan
The beat's never over; how is he sober?
Beatin' me, you gon' need a four-leaf clover
I'ma be like Drizzy in his game 'til it's over
Yeah, commission, bitch, it's cosa nostra
I'm supposed to be on the poster
Yeah, big shout-out to Ellie Goulding
The posters, they fold it; and I'm just holdin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know that we rollin'
'Cause probably they wanna get next to me
'Cause my rap flow is equivalent to ecstasy (Uh)
Yeah, take a trip, take a roll on
I am so far gone
But I'm back though, I got the best work
Chiddy Bang connected, you could call us dish network
Yeah, if you need it, it's on your TV
Got that crack flow, big shout to PD
Mmmmm, shout-out to my PD
Program directors, everybody's better
I dropped last semester but now a little fresher
What can I say? What can I say?
It's "Fuck you", give the change, Ellie, like my rubber band
I gotta stay swelly; what could you tell me?
I keep rappin' over whatever percussion
And we better be numero uno in your discussion
Yeah, homie, you know I got more
'Bout to do my very first West Coast tour
'Bout to go kill a game like a damn fore
Yeah, yeah, yeah, damn boar swimming in this damn water, I think I'm gon' need a oar
And I think I'm 'bout to spend a couple thousand in the store
And I think I'm goin' crazy, rappin' so sore
Man, they wacks is rap, got me bored
But I got some goons and they be full-clippin'
Big shout to Big Sean where my goons is never bullshittin'
My flow is sicker, man, you know I'm on my other ish
Shout-out to Cheeseburger, that's my brother, bitch (Whoo)
Yeah, we smother shit, I'm on some other shit
I smoke a couple spliffs because the brother's lit, ha-ha-ha
Yeah, I need to reach ya, yo
Holla at him if you need a feature
Kush and OJ; wake up, I just be Wiz Khalifa
Motherfuckers, I'ma do that, make more than his teacher
Damn, damn, now pray for me, preacher
'Cause I get fresh, this is just Easter
This is just me going so crazy
Maybe my eyes prolly gon' be hazy
Oh yeah, I really love to spend
But people say that I'm just stingy like a Republican
But I'm just like an oven mitt, holdin' heat quick
Yes, don't ever speak on some weak shit
This is rap, yep, let me just preach this
Let me, let me just preach this
'Cause, homie, you can't even, even tell it right
'Cause what the hell I live? A swelly life
I'm the type to get it and, and on
Lamp on, and then I just camp on
See, I'm the man, homie, just forget it
My flow a migraine, I give them a couple headaches
Damn right, I gotta said it; entertain us, shout to Centric
Yeah, yeah, bitch, shout to Cen, Centric
And I'ma keep rappin', big shout-out to Philly (Uh)
Big shout-out to the boy, that flow, I go silly
They hear me spitting and they go, "No, really?"
The boy young and fresh, no willy (Mmm)

[Outro: Chiddy]
But I'm still gon' pop it
Flow so crazy, just watch me as I rock it
If money is the topic, I've probably got a profit
Yeah, hold the key to it, locksmith
Show you how to do it though, homie, yeah, I gots— Yeah, [?]
I'm on top of the world!
Whoo! What?