Easy Mo Bee - The What Freestyle lyrics

[Verse One] I used to get feels on a b**h and now I throw shields on the dick The ladies love this light skinned Spic Uptown, young and back on my sh** I hop the A, 168th, a block away from the crib Uh, New York City the illest city, that's where I be Where they stop and frisk and they lock you if you don't have ID We upgraded to Landrovers from Cherokees We can skip the talking, my b**h is shopping for therapy But closed mouths don't get fed, my women talk a lot ‘Cause closed mouths don't give head We plead the fifth cause we don't talk to the feds Sneak dissing while you tryna give me dap like homie, pardon my left (Yeah! E-M-I-L-I-O!) I give a f** about ya It's like you eating escargot, they ripping slugs up out ya ‘Cause you a hater on the low and showing love around ya Nah, let's get back to the topic though, enough about ya I told my people we gon' get it and we finally did All the pressure we was under made us diamonds and we shining this year They be like: “Who is he, ain't got no diamonds in his j**elry” ‘Cause if there gonna be blood in my necklace, it's gon' spill for me Nobody as cool as we, we gon' move in that new Supreme And white Js with blue stains on ‘em from leaking through the jeans The new regime, them cats is hot but they losing steam b**hes hitting pause to get on and you thought your boo a queen God damn, the game is crazy, ya shady hoes are making babies To get the keys to a new Mercedes, a few done hated but that's okay Ay ‘cause we be on that matalo, matalo, ain't no ole [Hook] f** the world, don't ask me for sh** ‘Cause everything you get you gotta work hard for it Honeys shake your hips, you don't stop Uptown, go pack the clips, keep on [Verse Two] Verse dos, you know that we don't love these hoes Emilio the type of cat to leave your b**h exposed Well you gon' run with me ‘cause homie, I'm that cold And in this world, it's much better to keep close to your foes, right? I'm well connected and well respected and living Where the block is full of cats without papers that never fail the census They using so many d** that it done dulled they senses Better than the thriving reality, it's dull and endless I'm always mentioned when referring to the best, kid Accept it, utmost respect it, a**ume the position Stop, look and listen, spit in your girl mouth before I even stick the tip in Like welcome to my locale, ladies feel the tip right in they vo-cales I spit and heat it up like it was So Cal Surfing through this cold world, I'mma catch a wave America the land of Free Masons that k**ed the braves We still the slaves, ready to k**, why I act this way? Because my pop beat my mom like he was Ca**ius Clay, yeah So I never caught feelings for a chick, treat ‘em like a relay I'm running through they whole clique and pardon me I be flowing retardedly, no frontin' in my raps Ain't no line about a car I lease, nah ‘cause we just tryna own And have property before we getting old, yeah I got more Glocks and Tecs than you, I make it hot Cats won't even stand next to you, try and touch me You better bust me tres times in the head or motherf**er's dead, thought so [Hook]