Song: Super Gremlin Freestyle
Year: 2022
Viewed: 24 - Published at: 5 years ago

[Intro]
Man, we could be superstars
We been ridin', wreckin’ cars (Uh, huh)
What is at stakes for us? (Yeah)
Kickin' off power mirrors

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Y'all dealin’ with two superstars
Stupid bars, who's in charge?
If you involved in rappin', you at odds with this, new group is H.A.R.D
Remove the guards from Mount Rushmore
Russia made room for our mugshots
Chopped in solid rock Glock cock molotov
Cocktail pops every shot, lock a blocker like Serge Ibaka
Do guards on the block, try to put me in a box
But I'm nice enough to play hopscotch in my socks
Rock my scotch and soda gins, neat like no soda in my scotch
You scotch tape, I'm yellow tape, stick around
While I stick figure niggas, every drop get used to me (Yaowa)
My day ones tеllin' newcomers like "Oh man, this ain't nеw to me"
Son been spewin' eulogies in the booth with ease
Since Ray Allen and Reggie Miller were shootin’ threes
Since pops told Craig "Put the gun down, son, real men use two of these"
Here I am, grown man, ten twenty years, and no slowin’ down
Ten twenty minutes set, ten twenty thousand in my sweats, best show in town
Model S Plaid, ten twenty horsepower, can't even hear me roll around (Shhh)
I hit a switch, and it take off like a pussy little bitch
When it’s time to fight, you all bark and not a bite
I'm a gremlin, kept the little gizmo wet, niggas
That's how you earn a stripe
I'm a dope boy from the trap shit
Yeah, I sound dope on this trap shit
This is real spill, no captions
Still my real name, my rap shit
Closed casket
[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
Closed casket, mo’ classics, go glasses, no caption
Yo ass is molasses, you slow (Slow)
Thinkin' I won't come around to toe tag shit, you know (Know)
I ain't gon keep listen to the hoe ass shit, let's go (Go)
Niggas try to throw shots at me, they crazy
Niggas threw a shot so weak, that shit didn't even tase me (Damn)
Shit didn't even phase me (Damn), 'least you coulda grazed me
Every time you talk shit about me, you insult the niggas that raise me
Call my phone like "What up, Crook? These niggas trippin'"
We trippin' too
Infrared nigga, infragreen nigga, infrablue
I got every color on the stick, when the lights are off, I'ma get at you
This is true, all you do is make a bunch of shit I never listen to
I be bumpin' that bitches brew, bitches you
Out your mind, we goin' to war
"Where you learn to act like that, Crook?"
Old niggas at the corner store
Taught me how to get more and more
NY 4s like Jordan wore, clean you up like floor decor
The streets sweeper did chores before
Why would I fear any rapper, semi clapper?
Minnie mac that are spinnin' backwards
Long Beach, I'm with the city factors
Litty jackers, Green Bay, we really Packers
Big guns, which one?
Six touchdowns, one field goal, colt .45, Indianapolis
Super gremlin, shootin' crazy, the bazooka trembiln'
Leader of the movement, Putin's Kremlin
Medieval torture, chop your head like the Duke of Finland
Blow your car up and shoot the engine
Only thing left is the whoopty's emblem
Shooter slide off bumpin' trap shit
Niggas probably thought Gucci sent them
Told you, we be spinnin' like the globe do
Long Beach, that's a code blue
Top down in my old school
Grown man playin' slow jams
On the phone with my broham
Joell, we gotta drop another album, fuck up the program
I'm gone, man
[Outro: KXNG Crooked]
I'm gone, I'm outta here, hahaha
Yo, they ain't fuck with me and Joell, man
They ain't fuckin' with us, hahaha
Ah, shit
June

( Joell Ortiz & KXNG Crooked )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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