Tink - MC Hammer Freestyle lyrics

I need a check like the engine Put me on the guest list He wanna do titles that I'm not really impressed with n***as in they ego Rather take a mill yeah Point me to that money paper long as my brazilian Snatching wigs, I'm really their worst fear If they can't hold their weight, I swear I slay 'em like reindeer Even my dearest n***as was switching when I was down I might go cop a jet, just be sure who's up now Back in the zone and they know what I'm on b**hes upset and I'm peeping the tone Sing on the phone or a n***a and dip [?] Tippin' the b**hes while up in V-Live Sipping on bottles, I don't do no wine Wavier than the American flag I'm a star, no spangled banner Too legit like I'm MC Hammer Money talks, and I got the grammar Wiping n***as, no gammas, gammas Everyday I wake up making headlines Why the f** the sleeping on me like it's bedtime I just spent some hours at the car lot My shoe game might be wetter than a swim top They starin' at my pieces like it's wall art b**h, I got bigger diamonds than a ball park You were never in the league I put your n***a on the team He say I'm doper than a fiend And his brain better than a dean's list He give me money, not flowers I think he hurts than he ours And his hair fly with no flower Oh you think [?] no power Yeezys squeezing, I just boasted up another level All you b**hes need some cla**, like a sports schedule I can garantuee my name is in your search bar I'm just showing them they averages like a report card I've been giving them the game for a minute now And if you're a p**y, we gon' drag you like a wedding gown All these flavors, I could buy an ice cream shop No vanilla bean, flyer than propeller wings Everyday I elevate, flow under a [?] And I'm so high, that I can jump right over heaven's gate Hit 'em with that goddess flow Then hop out that holy ghost I mean she's cool, she's alright, but She ain't know how to act I give 'em a fever Do sh** at my leisure Not up in the jungle but the snakes upon the t-shirt I can flex for hours f** you and your fake friends Can't get close 'cause n***as dirty as the Days Inn b**h I'm on my craft flow Dog 'em like it's pet code Heavy like a sandtruck On my money band it out Looking like I'm André Flowing like it's prom day n***as should not f** with me, that could put them in harm's way Money on the speed dial Roll up, let the [?] Flow so hard that I should charge 'em for the freestyle Flow so hard that I should charge 'em for the freestyle Flow so hard that I should charge 'em for the freestyle