🎵 Rather Be Freestyle // by Likdageek

3 ContributorsRather Be Freestyle Lyrics [Intro] Yeah Look, you know I'm finna kill this instrumental Why? 'Cause it's cleaner than an Old Spice whistle She fuck around, get played like a fiddle Niggas ain't the boss of me like Malcolm in the Middle [Verse] Finna rap on this happy ass beat Y'all like, "Who the fuck is that?" I'm Likdageek And I got a bad bitch right under the sheets Like a ghost doing paranormal activities Didn't know me, now they fucking with the kid like a priest And they really tried to say my shit was mid, I'm a beast I already know that she is for the streets But guess what I was doing last week? I was kicking it, yup With yo new bitch, Sweet Chin Music She gave me brain, but I'm not her student And if I leave her, I think she might lose it 'Cause she might get played, batteries not included And I'm not a pig, but Babe I am ruthless I feel like a nuisance, I chuck up my deuces Too sick, got the mucus, I got them all clueless God damn, gas strong as fuck, Dodge Ram Might take somebody bitch like Jim got Pam I got the girl shaking all ass like a spam And I used to think Carly was badder than Sam But now I think about it, they was both pretty bad Your girl I hit once, then I'm gone like my dad I'm so ahead of my time that they want what I had But don't get mad True fame, I just want it fast like Usain Some call me crazy, but I feel like I'm too sane I just want a new chain, maybe one or two rings Fuck somebody up like Liu Kang, yuh Different colored bitches on me, no Kahoot! game I just want my diamonds whiter than somebody whipping up soufflé While listening to Michael Bublé, with a toupée, touché Tell me why they always gotta hate Oh he mad 'cause I prolly took his bitch on a date Took her to the crib like I'm selling real estate And I'm flipping in this bitch, Jeff Hardy Twist of Fate Yeah I be on TikTok, but I can't do the renegade In a maze, in my world I got the juice, Minute Maid And everybody always tryna tell me to behave But the thing is I give no fucks I Feel like Randy Orton in '09 Shout-out Billie Eilish, don't know why but she so fine These niggas tryna copy, they my clones like Ultron Pockets fat, look like they should play on the O-Line Oh my gosh, I'm the one with the heat I ain't talking Chris Bosh, I'm too turnt up, I feel like I'm in a mosh I just do it for my brothers like I watch too much Drake & Josh In advance, I apologize She want a quickie but I last longer than McDonald's fries I would be in the field, but you see I ain't tryna die My stupid ass would prolly rather go to fucking Comic-Con or some shit I might take your bitch if she getting kinda horny Feel the rain on my skin, no one else can feel it for me And I like an older bitch, I don't care if she 40 You know I'm killing shit, American Horror Story God damn, If twelve pull around we gotta scram That bitch think we linkin' but I'm not Abraham She just wanna take my cash, Mr. Krabs with the clam Disappear in this bitch like, "Alakazam" Big booty ass, look like a Venn diagram Get the D like she barely even passed the exam Damn, they get mad 'cause I am who I am And I'm balling like NBA Jam or 2K Geeking off a gram and some D'usse Hoes getting freaky like a shoelace Feel like Kelly Oubre, why? 'Cause these bitches all want me 'cause I stay with the bread like I do bake I got a suitcase full of blue face in a cool place Fuck a nigga up, Master Oogway She want me now, too late, stay in the mix like some Kool-Aid Niggas watching me like Blu-Ray Tell me why I'm so fucking great And to be honest, I don't even really eat Frosted Flakes I'm a Cinnamon Toast Crunch guy, got fine taste Can you tell me who is better than me, yes I'll wait Niggas mad 'cause Im winning, oh yes, they irate If it ain't about money, then get out my face And niggas really tryna eat from my plate But, it's whatever, now Hopefully I don't get sued for this You know I just be on my stupid shit And I'm balling like Nikola Vučević And they hating, but I guess that I'm used to it So I'ma just keep on rapping And I don't really give a fuck about whatever happens And plus she mad thick and just like Patrick, she want me to firmly grasp it I'm on my Ski Mask shit, I feel like the Four, bitch I'm feelin' fantastic, bitch, she bad and Boujee and ratchet, she Bad just like the Michael Jackson Jacket Like Nash I pass it Straight to my brothers like Jonas, these niggas be cappin' These niggas be bogus, got ADHD, bitch I can't even focus You know I be on it, and just like my clothes I ain't folding So tell me why she wetter than a lake Oh they thought I wasn't good so I had to demonstrate Straight gas off my ass, higher than the crime rate If you look into my eyes, you'll see they dilate Niggas mad 'cause of how much cash that I make And they want me to stop, but just know that I can't 'Cause you know I had to kill it for old times' sake