Bard - Ninho Freestyle

Sleeping on me
Boy ya ass been snoozing
Been long time since I thought about losing
All bad news but I ain't never give it up
Been too hungry I ain't ever ate enough
Sip a water bottle babe your ass look thirsty
Spitter still spitting rap a bar like I'm Hershey
If she too bad then I buy her that Birkin
Squashing that talking
I ain't hearing that chirping
Hop in my drop
My head spinning like a whirlwind
Finessing I'm chopping
With the magic I'm Merlin
Private backseat
The backseat got a curtain
Driver not sober
Cuz the car keep swerving
Too much water
I'm dripping like a sturgeon
Napoleon a Bonaparte
I rip his soul apart
Water from a faucet
That'll get to Noah's Ark
Empty my shit
I grip then I'm dipping out
My opps dead
But I'm still living now
Never give me your heart
Cuz I'll rip it out
You betrayed my trust
So I'm flipping out
Built Ford tough
Don't quit gotta stick it out
On a private plane
I don't have to pull a ticket out
Saw you staring off
I said hey what you thinking about
Feds on the trail
Gotta move a little different now
Diamonds and jewels
I gotta glisten now
I'm in tune and
Microphone gripping now
I be back soon and
On my rhythm now
Outer space moon and
I'm on SoundCloud
Bury me in a tomb and
Play it surround sound
She says I'm a new man
I'm making momma proud
I ain't got a wedding band
But I'm blowing wedding cake
In the middle of a lightning cloud
Riding around foreign
When I'm thinking about touring
Diamonds in water
This down pouring
I am in Givenchy
You in Ralph Lauren
Sipping on sake
And I'm feeling important
Your bitch a thottie
She still escorting
Kicking like karate
But I skrrt Jeff Gordon
Pull up Maserati
And this is imported
You wear cardigans
I dress sportish
Out of respect
I'm a still be cordial
Keep my sack
You can call me Corporal
Keep fighting back
You can call me oracle
Off-road package
My jeep got a snorkel
Counting up grams
I ain't missed no morsel
Counting up bands
Not so fast Lee Corso
Not so fast my friend
(That's a lousy pick)
Rap my ticket
That's my only way out
Backwoods lit it
Had to light it cuz it stay out
Laid back kick it
And I watch as it play out
Bitch I ain't scared
I go the Tay-K route
Jordan her shoes
My bitch stay J'd out
Sorry if I'm rude
But I'm cutting with a blade out
Spitting out Ciroc
And I'm passed out laid out
Bitches all thirsty
Had to get the lemonade out
Sorry young bitch
A grown man don't play that
Ballin getting rich
And my mind gon' spray that
Cutting like scissors
I'm flying like a race track
Bitches taking pictures
I don't mind if you take that
Granting all wishes
I am a wizard with a clay pot
Grew up shooting clay pigeons
Now I'm shooting red dot
Grow operation
Federal investigation
Getting no cooperation
You gonna have to find your own plot
Eyes looking stoned out
Looking for my own route
I'm zoned out
Big joint coned out
Coming with the green
Like a mutant ninja turtle
I'm geeked like Steve
But I'm not Steve Urkel
Blowing on peach cobbler
It's purple
Hop inside with me
It's a two door convertible
Luxury
It's a perfect circle
Will you fuck with me
If I go commercial

Written by:
Bradford Claypool

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