[Lyric] ​sons and critics freestyle remix (Yvng Mully)

[Verse 1: Yvng Mully]
Looking around, all you see is me in panoramic, yeah
I hit a liberal bitch in a MAGA hat, just 'cause I can, dammit, yeah
I got a clip with a mag' and that, and I got hands, dammit, yeah
Cool with this shit, I go tat for tat, 'cause I'm the man, dammit, yeah
Call me Will Smith, 'cause I'm back in black and I got fans, dammit, yeah
It's a lot of sons around me, lot of critics 'round me
But I don't care, they just gon' stare, as their bitches I'm pounding, ho
Shout out Bronson, shout out Parker, shout out LANTING, we do our damn thing, ho
Call me Mike Jordan, I'm back on my bullshit
Pippen the Sidekick, don't have to like it, ho
Gucci the sweater, and you know my neck is on froze
From Minnesota, I'm always prepared for the cold
I just went back to back, I black on tracks
The ass is fat, I'm tapping that, that's facts on facts, yes, sir
Made it to the top, I never need a perc
I made 5k in one week, I feel like Smokepurrp
I'm staying strapped to make sure that the creepers never lurk, ho

[Verse 2: LANTING]
Call me Baby Keem, 'cause I'm a star they wanna criticize
And I know what you mean, you spending hundreds without getting by, and
I know that's your claim, but no promotion means you jeopardizing
'Self out of a dream, 'cause a freestyle really won't get you signed
And now you drama queen
Yeah, yeah, you is a mean bitch, not even for the team
Yeah, yeah, like Supreme fits, you a fiend, forgot who you are, friend, shit
I'm gon' leave, setting sail to my friendship
Shout out Mully, I fully support him and his lyrics
The youngest bully like holy, you be of sons and critics
Ring the finger on my right hand, no Olympics
See the thing up on my left hand, how it's written
I been through hell and back, and with this, think God settled that
My hoodie pink, my heart is black
I overthink, then try to stack
I'm on the brink, I show no act
I'm gonna link with all these cats, and motions sync
But know that I'm that G-O-A-T, and yeah, that's facts
[Verse 3: Parker Daigle]
Yeah, I don't fly a bitch from out of town, I keep my hoes around
If I put a kitty in this blunt, we better blow it down
I'm not popping percs to speed it up, I wanna slow it down
If she wanna throw it up, then fuck it, then we throwing down
Yeah, yeah, she said that I hit it 'cause she can't stand me
She can't stand it, she can't find her panties, uh
Only thing I'm buying is Xanny Plan B's
It's kind of ironic, like pain, it's so chronic
I've been balancing all these [?] like I work at Sonic
I can't keep a promise, I don't want to think about tomorrow 'till tomorrow
And I don't have to drown into my sins until I swallow, uh, fuck it
Bottle it up, I don't give a fuck, I'm fucking a slut
And she think I got a lot of hoes, I tell her I don't
I just hit 'em and I go to the next like dominoes
Then I jump inside the pussy like, "Geronimo!"
And then I tell her I'm done (Uh), I kinda feel like I won (Uh)
I just got me a gun and make you rush, uh
And make you rush in like [?]
Wait, coming over if you ain't doing 'nun
Uh, yeah, ho, you better shake sum
Got a bad lil' bitch who Haitian and Jamacian
And the cops think we cooking crack like it was bacon, yeah