105 Freestyle (feat. Caleb Calloway)
Young Miko
105 Freestyle (feat. Caleb Calloway)
Huh?
Goddamn
I leave the gym
A cup of lean
Don't get close to me, I'm with the team
Ready for the ring
We'll clean you up
And leave no evidence on the scene (Huh?)
I don't give a damn
I throw the freestyle without shortcuts
I take off the stacks and reduce
And I don't back down (damn, Miko, you made a hit)
And I don't struggle
And I have steak for lunch
Counting money every day
I don't know you anyway (who?)
You cannot relate
I get paid without delay
Don't call, not even by mistake
Two hundred on the dash
I don't look back
You spit bars and they're all trash
You smoke ash, I smoke hash
Four Cubans and they're not borrowed, damn
Designer clothes (Gucci)
Yours are from Marshalls (ew)
Just like your buddies (oh, my God)
They see me and leave (Huh)
(Leggo my eggo)
The clothes boost my ego
If they shoot at me, I don't back down
Checkmate
Knocked out like Pacquiao
Miko surpasses them
I have them knocked out
My flow is heavy
It's over, case closed (damn)
Thank God, I'm chilling (amen)
Food on my plate and a Phillie
In my left hand, I have a Richard Milli
Gold chains like Tweety
I win the game like checkmate
Black belt like a sensei
Wordplay like an essay
105 on the freeway
I have ice guava
Vanilla Ice chains
Just realized
You guys are lookalike (facts)
And almost all of them are sneaky
That's why I don't trust (period)
I know all the tricks
Don't get yourself in trouble (cu-cu)
Your girl shouldn't call me (nope)
If not, I'll involve her in a threesome
Be careful not to mess with me
With the Uzi, I'll leave you swept
She wants to take my ticks
But I don't want to, I'm picky
We pray to the Tikis (Huh?)
They dunce by the Phillie
Bonaroti rolling in the chair (let's go)
I get on the track for miles
They wash me like a chapel (amen)
The clock shining like stars
The percs go like Tic-Tac
I eat the competition like Kit Kat
Gold teeth like Riff Raff
Another hit, yeah, I did that
They call me the Grim Reaper
No, I don't want to do a feature
Miko, you're a pitcher
Buzzer beater, Derek Fisher
I leave the gym
A cup of lean
Don't get close to me, I'm with the team
Ready for the ring
We'll clean you up
And leave no evidence on the scene
I don't give a damn
I throw the office down
I take off the stacks and reduce
And I don't back down (damn)
Ew
Huh?
And I don't struggle (damn)