Fresh Home Freestyle
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โฑ๏ธ 2:14 duration
๐ ID: 6774553
๐ Lyrics
Yo Tunde, fresh home, check it (Legendary made this one)
Flying through these back roads, shotting off some crack stones
Up and down, in and out, busy billing trap phones
My team get it in, your team slacks loads
No rest for the worker 'less the clutch breaks or pack goes
Nokias stinging off no iPhones with passcodes
Racks out a cats flat, it's real when we mash roads
Dash straps through a cat flap and took the chase back home
And took the chase back home
Carti frames and wristwatch, petty station pit stops
Came up giving tuck tick, you came up on TikTok
Flat bottom steering wheels flicking through like Insta reels
CPS made him break, my lot ain't taking deals
Hood bando rocking coke, glizzy in a Moncler coat
Lizzie died, thank God I still got these Scottish notes
Still take country trips, hit squad are crunching clips
Brown skins transport my bricks with some lovely hips
GPS tracker tag, still running to the bag
Been home a couple weeks and nearly made a hundred stacks
Me and them ain't the same, been through some different pain
Young Thug shoulda signed me, I'm loyal to the grave
Kept my mouth closed for two years and didn't shed no tears
Back to horsepower trapping, flicking through these different gears
Hut, hut pass and go, getting rid of Cali' loads
Just shotted two hundred pounds like I'm passing go
I used to get a pound for some sweets
Now I'm in the streets with some pounds of some sweets
Went from spin tech on the BMX
To spinners and TECs from the B that we stretch
Lurking through the night like a red fox
Feds got me pissing in a bottle on the sweat box
They tryna wipe my team like three strikes out
But we're still major league like the Red Sox
Had to switch the flow quick but watch me bring it straight back
Boot full of bottoms got me driving with a straight back
Decamp, crept in the alley like a stray cat
Grease stamp double M'd up like a Maybach
Geese gang, hella white birds come and make racks
Hella white birds come and make racks
Come and make racks
Hella white birds come and make racks
(Legendary made this one)
Flying through these back roads, shotting off some crack stones
Up and down, in and out, busy billing trap phones
My team get it in, your team slacks loads
No rest for the worker 'less the clutch breaks or pack goes
Nokias stinging off no iPhones with passcodes
Racks out a cats flat, it's real when we mash roads
Dash straps through a cat flap and took the chase back home
And took the chase back home
Carti frames and wristwatch, petty station pit stops
Came up giving tuck tick, you came up on TikTok
Flat bottom steering wheels flicking through like Insta reels
CPS made him break, my lot ain't taking deals
Hood bando rocking coke, glizzy in a Moncler coat
Lizzie died, thank God I still got these Scottish notes
Still take country trips, hit squad are crunching clips
Brown skins transport my bricks with some lovely hips
GPS tracker tag, still running to the bag
Been home a couple weeks and nearly made a hundred stacks
Me and them ain't the same, been through some different pain
Young Thug shoulda signed me, I'm loyal to the grave
Kept my mouth closed for two years and didn't shed no tears
Back to horsepower trapping, flicking through these different gears
Hut, hut pass and go, getting rid of Cali' loads
Just shotted two hundred pounds like I'm passing go
I used to get a pound for some sweets
Now I'm in the streets with some pounds of some sweets
Went from spin tech on the BMX
To spinners and TECs from the B that we stretch
Lurking through the night like a red fox
Feds got me pissing in a bottle on the sweat box
They tryna wipe my team like three strikes out
But we're still major league like the Red Sox
Had to switch the flow quick but watch me bring it straight back
Boot full of bottoms got me driving with a straight back
Decamp, crept in the alley like a stray cat
Grease stamp double M'd up like a Maybach
Geese gang, hella white birds come and make racks
Hella white birds come and make racks
Come and make racks
Hella white birds come and make racks
(Legendary made this one)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.44] Yo Tunde, fresh home, check it (Legendary made this one)
[00:09.51] Flying through these back roads, shotting off some crack stones
[00:12.05] Up and down, in and out, busy billing trap phones
[00:14.58] My team get it in, your team slacks loads
[00:16.54] No rest for the worker 'less the clutch breaks or pack goes
[00:19.36] Nokias stinging off no iPhones with passcodes
[00:21.75] Racks out a cats flat, it's real when we mash roads
[00:23.99] Dash straps through a cat flap and took the chase back home
[00:26.22] And took the chase back home
[00:28.76] Carti frames and wristwatch, petty station pit stops
[00:31.17] Came up giving tuck tick, you came up on TikTok
[00:33.66] Flat bottom steering wheels flicking through like Insta reels
[00:35.96] CPS made him break, my lot ain't taking deals
[00:38.40] Hood bando rocking coke, glizzy in a Moncler coat
[00:40.78] Lizzie died, thank God I still got these Scottish notes
[00:43.13] Still take country trips, hit squad are crunching clips
[00:45.50] Brown skins transport my bricks with some lovely hips
[00:47.87] GPS tracker tag, still running to the bag
[00:50.55] Been home a couple weeks and nearly made a hundred stacks
[00:52.82] Me and them ain't the same, been through some different pain
[00:55.20] Young Thug shoulda signed me, I'm loyal to the grave
[00:57.45] Kept my mouth closed for two years and didn't shed no tears
[01:00.01] Back to horsepower trapping, flicking through these different gears
[01:02.47] Hut, hut pass and go, getting rid of Cali' loads
[01:04.91] Just shotted two hundred pounds like I'm passing go
[01:07.06] I used to get a pound for some sweets
[01:09.08] Now I'm in the streets with some pounds of some sweets
[01:11.59] Went from spin tech on the BMX
[01:13.57] To spinners and TECs from the B that we stretch
[01:16.80] Lurking through the night like a red fox
[01:18.43] Feds got me pissing in a bottle on the sweat box
[01:21.42] They tryna wipe my team like three strikes out
[01:23.51] But we're still major league like the Red Sox
[01:26.38] Had to switch the flow quick but watch me bring it straight back
[01:28.70] Boot full of bottoms got me driving with a straight back
[01:31.25] Decamp, crept in the alley like a stray cat
[01:33.45] Grease stamp double M'd up like a Maybach
[01:35.95] Geese gang, hella white birds come and make racks
[01:38.95] Hella white birds come and make racks
[01:42.28] Come and make racks
[01:43.72] Hella white birds come and make racks
[01:48.64]
[02:02.82] (Legendary made this one)
[02:03.78]
[00:09.51] Flying through these back roads, shotting off some crack stones
[00:12.05] Up and down, in and out, busy billing trap phones
[00:14.58] My team get it in, your team slacks loads
[00:16.54] No rest for the worker 'less the clutch breaks or pack goes
[00:19.36] Nokias stinging off no iPhones with passcodes
[00:21.75] Racks out a cats flat, it's real when we mash roads
[00:23.99] Dash straps through a cat flap and took the chase back home
[00:26.22] And took the chase back home
[00:28.76] Carti frames and wristwatch, petty station pit stops
[00:31.17] Came up giving tuck tick, you came up on TikTok
[00:33.66] Flat bottom steering wheels flicking through like Insta reels
[00:35.96] CPS made him break, my lot ain't taking deals
[00:38.40] Hood bando rocking coke, glizzy in a Moncler coat
[00:40.78] Lizzie died, thank God I still got these Scottish notes
[00:43.13] Still take country trips, hit squad are crunching clips
[00:45.50] Brown skins transport my bricks with some lovely hips
[00:47.87] GPS tracker tag, still running to the bag
[00:50.55] Been home a couple weeks and nearly made a hundred stacks
[00:52.82] Me and them ain't the same, been through some different pain
[00:55.20] Young Thug shoulda signed me, I'm loyal to the grave
[00:57.45] Kept my mouth closed for two years and didn't shed no tears
[01:00.01] Back to horsepower trapping, flicking through these different gears
[01:02.47] Hut, hut pass and go, getting rid of Cali' loads
[01:04.91] Just shotted two hundred pounds like I'm passing go
[01:07.06] I used to get a pound for some sweets
[01:09.08] Now I'm in the streets with some pounds of some sweets
[01:11.59] Went from spin tech on the BMX
[01:13.57] To spinners and TECs from the B that we stretch
[01:16.80] Lurking through the night like a red fox
[01:18.43] Feds got me pissing in a bottle on the sweat box
[01:21.42] They tryna wipe my team like three strikes out
[01:23.51] But we're still major league like the Red Sox
[01:26.38] Had to switch the flow quick but watch me bring it straight back
[01:28.70] Boot full of bottoms got me driving with a straight back
[01:31.25] Decamp, crept in the alley like a stray cat
[01:33.45] Grease stamp double M'd up like a Maybach
[01:35.95] Geese gang, hella white birds come and make racks
[01:38.95] Hella white birds come and make racks
[01:42.28] Come and make racks
[01:43.72] Hella white birds come and make racks
[01:48.64]
[02:02.82] (Legendary made this one)
[02:03.78]