​louistheroux freestyle

[Verse 1: $EMMY!]
Ay, I'm just in love with these bitches
I speak the truth no emission
I just whippin this shit and no stink and my gas gone give out some emissions
I’m tryna run up these digits
I'm tryna turn em to riches
You best not go crying to me when you tryna figure out why y'all lil bitches, uh
Feelin’ like a big mac, when I make that
Flavour in the bag, in my bag, on a spit that
And your bitch all on my sack, make a duck quack
Give her ass a smack, and I laugh when her back crack
Diamonds looking like some plaque, on my teeth racks
I'ma eat snack, in the back of my elamack
Man I'm feeling like Jack up in Jill's snatch, smoking on the packs
Gucci black and my backpack, hoe, okay
I make a Euro, I fuck her thorough
Like Louistheroux, Her brain is neuro
I'm in her burrow, I'm in her fanny
She dress like Annie, she got no peppy
I might just step in, and be her daddy
I'll be her daddy, I'll be her father
She got no gucci, she wearing prada
Prada [?] bought her new shoes, balenciaga
She got my jogger, she playing with my balls like the bitch be playing soccer

[Verse 2: Lil Force]
Yeah, I got the bitches, they making a killing
Blowing it up and you know that I’m dipping
Ok, run up, run up, came back with the flow
In a minute but I’m coming with a plan to dethrone
Are you ready? Keep it steady, every second that you're wasting
Is a second that I’m using for the plan of attack
Cause I'm back in the back in the booth
Every other rapper tellings lies and avoiding the truth, with the moves that
I been, gone with a little bit of trouble loving, fed up, these people led up
I fuck her bed up while my bitches said they tryna get up
You tryna get us? That motherfucker is getting prada while you people suffer
I'm undercover, I'm one in million, see I’m better than you people
Who be thinking every second, when they make it every minute, every moment
There's another fucking dollar that goes in the bag
Cause I'm staying in my tiny little bubble, everybody got rebuttals
That you know where it at, like I'm back
With a bitter sweet taste, with no face tat
Ain't no fight back, bitches like that
Gotta stay strapped, are you shit back, with a shit rack
Better fix it for the people who be tryna figure price tag

[Verse 3: Vintage]
She play with my balls like it's soccer, mm
I take yo bitch heart like a doctor, mm
I play that bitch like I'm imposter, mm
A couple of racks I don't bother, mm
A couple of bitches, I don't give a fuck
Take a shot then I miss, but I still lay it up
All these bitches keep talking, I don't give a shit
You keep shooting them breaks and I keep making hella fucking stupid shit
I'm bagging these benjamins, all these people looking up to me, tall like an enderman
It's just ring of the ring, I got phone at the phone
I'm so sick of the bling, gotta stay in my zone
Motherfucker think he knows shit, he not self aware
He keep saying shit like no shit, nobody cares
I got xannies and bands list, shit finna bump
All my homies got banned, I'm like this shit is dumb
If you ain't fucking with it then you better get down
Cause I got AR strapped with my homies and hounds
And that bitch finna dig me like Steve's on the ground
Keep this in ambition, it won't bring me down
Believe me, I'll take it easy
I don't really like to work, but I'm staying steezy
A little bitch, little rat stays out of petri
Gotta flick with my wrist, cuz I'm play on PC, like damn