M.A.L.C. - M.A.L.C. City (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: M.A.L.C.] Excuse Me, Look I'm Sorry Mayn I'm Back Up On My Bully Had To Trick Off Ona Hoe Inna Gucci Branded Hoodie Heard She Said I Won't Be Nothing So I Just Throw Her Them Deuces When I Get Back To The Crib And Hit The Booth I'm Going Stupid Demolish A Instrumental Then Finish With A Hydoken Been Ripping These Beats For Years Can Prove That I'm Not The New Kid My Shawty Goin' Clap Her Booty Whenever, I'm Never Losing And She Won't Be Refusing She'll s** Me Off Then Salute Me And When I'm Onna Road My n***a Move It Or Lose It And Yes I'm On Island On Highway Cruising Coolan, I Mean Boolan In A Range Rover Booming And Yes I Got The Flavor Baby All Types Of Juices Once Upon A Time While Stacys, Parents On Vacation They Call To Just Check Up On They Favorite Honor Roll Baby While Phones Are Blowing Up, They Wanna Know Our Where About's But Me And Stacy Coolan f**ing In Her Parents House Believe Me I Was Wild And A Problem Child Used To Hit The Corner Store Every Morning Before I Go School To Pick Up A Bag Of Frooties And A Cup Of That Purple Juice Doing Stupid sh** With n***as sh** That I Could Not Refuse Mayn I Never Got Caught Slippin' Get To Kicking In These Shoes Every Time I Buss A Flow Like A TV, People On Mute Lyrics Dumping From My Head The Average Rapper Can't Keep Up I Swear To God I'm On My Grind While Everybody Sleeping No Longer You b**hes Mistake My Kindness To Be My Weakness I'm Making All You b**hes Pay Up That Money, For A f**ing Favor I'm Fed Up [Verse 2: $kylight] b**h I'm Fed Up n***a Get Your Bread Up Broke Ass n***as Always Looking For A Hand Out Yeen Gettin' sh**, n***a Please Don't Put Your Hand Out Wait Put Your Hand Out Cause I Got Something Else To Hand Out, n***a Yeen With The Squad, Yeen With My Clique Yeen With The Gang, Yeen With The sh** So n***a I Don't Know You Please Don't Act Like You Know Me When You Out Here Making Money n***as Call You Their Homie And I Should Send Some Hits Out To Them n***as Who Owe Me But I'ma Ball On Them n***as Like My First Name Is Kobe I'm With The Lakers, b**h I'm Shooting Got These b**hes Choosing Young n***a Got The Sauce Ain't Worried Bout Your Juices I'ma Leave These n***as Clueless Tell 'Em This My This My sh** I Been On Some New sh**, So Yeah I'ma Act Brand New b**h b**h I'm Shooting Got These b**hes Choosing I Ain't Worried Bout Your Juices I'ma Leave These n***as Clueless Tell 'Em This My This My sh** I Been On Some New sh**, So Yeah I'ma Act Brand New b**h [Verse 3: M.A.L.C.] Money Making Malcolm Goin' Retarded On This Beat If You Want It, Then You Got It This A Package Full Of Heat Rolling-Rolling With 16'12s It Got Me Caught Up In The Moment Got My Speakers Going Stupid While Chasing After Crayola The Only Color I'm Talking Bout Is Lime, Green Ahead Of Competition They Behind, Me Shawty Why You Trippin' Lying Saying You Miss Me Miss Me With That Bullsh** Dream Chasing I'm Busy The Only Thing All Of You Do Is Go And Give Me A Headache Ain't Good For Nothing But Drama That's All You Wanna Create Constantly Causing Problems Goin' Get You Cut Off Today I'm Not Playing With You Go Ahead And Think It's A Game Everybody Knows That I Am Simply Intelligent I Can Afford To Waist No Time These People Irrelevant Cause I'm From That D-M-V P.G., 2.3.R.D. , Parkway, Sickest MC In The MD, M.A.L.C., Peace