"Tim Westwood Freestyle" lyrics
See, it's a murder when I slide out
I ain't tryna hit the studio with niggas just to smoke so we can vibe out
I put the studio in my house
You want a feature?
You can pull up to the crib, I'm holding tryouts
Fuck ass, I be coaching these niggas
Just bought a pack of cigarettes 'cause I be smokin' these niggas
No Lil Nas X but I be choking these niggas
That's a metaphor, I'm really just joking with niggas
My money make 'em do dances, they ain't keepin' up
This ain't Kardashian, my life is your caption, your dreams are my passion
When I touch a mic I go Jackson, then moonwalk on niggas, I'm not from this planet (uh)
Needa cool off
I've been known to fuck a groupie with my shoes on
I've been known to take an IG model out to eat and make 'em pay for the bill knowing goddamn well I got a coupon
I'm nasty
Bars all supreme no patty
Make a nigga see double just like Mary-Kate and Ashley
Christmas presents is the only time a nigga outwraps me
Presently the future, you ain't puttin' nothing past me
I'm an Uber, you a taxi, I can not give you a lift
I'm rich, but we ain't never talk like Maggie, no Homer
I'm 'a hit you and release a whole family
Fuck Marge and sell Bart for a cup of little Xannies
See, my niggas don't dance, we rap
A white girl had dated a nigga and then think she's black
Niggas broke, no cheese unless they're eatin' some Mac
My punchlines got punchlines so when I hit the beat it snaps
I'm not Jack
You can't put me in a box
I'm In 'N Out real quick like a routine stop
Unless you black getting frisked by the cops
I went to jail for a fucking parking ticket, now I feel like Pac
That's right
I done learned from the greats
Studied videos of 2Pac way before I was eight
If you slept, too late, me and Scott leave you scorched on this beat
You need sunscreen or your ass gettin' baked
I don't fuck with the fake
When I rap it's one take
Canada's taking over, man, shout-out to Drake
All love, no hate
Now hit your boy with a feature
Fun fact, y'all didn't know I go to church with Justin Bieber
I be ridin' on the beat
I be slidin' on the beat
Peek-a-boo with the bars, you can't find me on the beat
Pikachu with the bars, it's like lightning when I speak
And I don't ask niggas questions, why? 'Cause I teach
T.D. Jakes with the bars how I preach
Mill in the bank, shout-out to Meek
Couple niggas hatin', sending in the nose bleeds
But they're on my news feed and follow me on IG
If you tryna fuck baby, I'm 'a need an ID
So sick with the flow, I need an IV
Can't see me. John Cena. Like a nigga Chinese
Two bitches on go and they're twin Siamese
Bars fat, obese, I'm Asgard, low-key
Tim Westwood Freestyle, my CTV
In the UK with it, yeah I traveled overseas
Big black confident, I'm a BBC
That's it
It's Dax baby
Ha-ha-ha
I ain't tryna hit the studio with niggas just to smoke so we can vibe out
I put the studio in my house
You want a feature?
You can pull up to the crib, I'm holding tryouts
Fuck ass, I be coaching these niggas
Just bought a pack of cigarettes 'cause I be smokin' these niggas
No Lil Nas X but I be choking these niggas
That's a metaphor, I'm really just joking with niggas
My money make 'em do dances, they ain't keepin' up
This ain't Kardashian, my life is your caption, your dreams are my passion
When I touch a mic I go Jackson, then moonwalk on niggas, I'm not from this planet (uh)
Needa cool off
I've been known to fuck a groupie with my shoes on
I've been known to take an IG model out to eat and make 'em pay for the bill knowing goddamn well I got a coupon
I'm nasty
Bars all supreme no patty
Make a nigga see double just like Mary-Kate and Ashley
Christmas presents is the only time a nigga outwraps me
Presently the future, you ain't puttin' nothing past me
I'm an Uber, you a taxi, I can not give you a lift
I'm rich, but we ain't never talk like Maggie, no Homer
I'm 'a hit you and release a whole family
Fuck Marge and sell Bart for a cup of little Xannies
See, my niggas don't dance, we rap
A white girl had dated a nigga and then think she's black
Niggas broke, no cheese unless they're eatin' some Mac
My punchlines got punchlines so when I hit the beat it snaps
I'm not Jack
You can't put me in a box
I'm In 'N Out real quick like a routine stop
Unless you black getting frisked by the cops
I went to jail for a fucking parking ticket, now I feel like Pac
That's right
I done learned from the greats
Studied videos of 2Pac way before I was eight
If you slept, too late, me and Scott leave you scorched on this beat
You need sunscreen or your ass gettin' baked
I don't fuck with the fake
When I rap it's one take
Canada's taking over, man, shout-out to Drake
All love, no hate
Now hit your boy with a feature
Fun fact, y'all didn't know I go to church with Justin Bieber
I be ridin' on the beat
I be slidin' on the beat
Peek-a-boo with the bars, you can't find me on the beat
Pikachu with the bars, it's like lightning when I speak
And I don't ask niggas questions, why? 'Cause I teach
T.D. Jakes with the bars how I preach
Mill in the bank, shout-out to Meek
Couple niggas hatin', sending in the nose bleeds
But they're on my news feed and follow me on IG
If you tryna fuck baby, I'm 'a need an ID
So sick with the flow, I need an IV
Can't see me. John Cena. Like a nigga Chinese
Two bitches on go and they're twin Siamese
Bars fat, obese, I'm Asgard, low-key
Tim Westwood Freestyle, my CTV
In the UK with it, yeah I traveled overseas
Big black confident, I'm a BBC
That's it
It's Dax baby
Ha-ha-ha
Thanks to Slickspade_12 for correcting these lyrics.
