Hoodtrap Freestyle

[Intro: Sir Dubbington]
Yo, I'm 'bout to go crazy in this bitch, turn me up
LaXerxes, you are up

[Verse 1: Sir Dubbington]
Ayy, copped the .45 ACP, that bitch don't stutter
Put the switch on it, make it spray, and that's on my brother
Free the homies out the box, I ain't talking 'bout no cutter
Call me DOOM, masked up, they keep saying I'm a motherfucker

When you see me better duck up
Brodie snort that K in his nose, yeah it's stuck up
You a broke ass rapper, yeah you need to get your bucks up
Stop cappin' I'ma shoot your ass like I'm playing Duck Hunt

My shooters fitted like my shoes, they got Gats
Scammed a broke person yesterday for like 5 racks
Draco be a pedophile, you know 'cause it touch back
Might as well call it Drizzy Drake, 'cause it's like that

[Refrain]
You know I stay in the 5
You know I stay in the 5
You know I stay in the 5
You know I stay in the 5

Pull up, we popping your tires
Pull up with all of my guys
Pull up with all of my slimes
And you know we doin' fine

[Verse 2: Lucas Wang]
Two cups of milk, dripping from her honkers
LaXerxes got 2 exes and I ain't talking letters
They left him 'cause Randy's dick better and I got dropped
Turned to satanism 'cause he couldn't finger them like a pianist, uh

Went from pentagrams to selling fent on Instagram
Three sixes on her forehead, now she giving it
If you are what you eat, then she's a fucking dick

And I'm also my homie's ass
Damn, I really fucked a smallmouth bass
Why my dick shaped like an alto sax?

Too many rats in this hood, like NYC
He an oddball, only like her 'cause of her fat titties
And now don’t snitch, let me finish my spinach
Bitch, if you don't shut the fuck up I'ma pop you with the switch

R.I.P. King Von, glaze like a Cinnabon
Oh, you like K-on? No, you just got put on
40 bands to Sasha, 'cause he did a verse
Told a homeless man he controlled the Universe

20-inch schlong be swingin' by his feet
20 fire bars from Prod. Sasha's feat

I want a Meowscarada
Be eating empanadas
He want a cart but he ain't got bags
He the opposite, he went from riches down to rags

[Verse 3: Lucas Wang]
You know who I'm talking 'bout, that T-block, migga
Who gives bitches icks, yeah
It's that migga Milos Dmitrovic

She a carnivore, she wants this meat
I'm gay as fuck, I just want his meat
Meatballs are made of fuckin' meat
Beef, Chicken, Pork is all fuckin' meat

And when I crash into the towers, they call me Osama's son
I spend too much online, now I'm Nettspend
These miggas ain't underground, they subterranean
And Bullet Ant looks like a fucking alien

You wanna dress Y2K but you ain't no Kanye
They wanna see her spin on a pole, like a Beyblade
He has a good barber, his pubes have taper fades
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