Trifecta 3rd Degree - Lemonade Freestyle lyrics

We Outchea Call me the Birdman I make her Tapout Run around her house Call that Lap out Your b**h obsessed about my dick, snap out What she want? b**h, call me Tarzan I be f**ing monkey dick But guess they don't want that f**ing toothpick (OOHH) What she want? Toothpicks cause they're skeet in her teeth get it rip You're delivery's here, delivery time We call that Chief Keef, Macaroni Time I gave you that, that's real nice Its nighttime, turn on the headlights Fly as sh**, we out here Spitting free verse outchea Ain't nobody f**ing with my clique Except that n***a Don cause he a damn b**h We always come first like football in picks What she want, I still don't know what she want She so indecisive Man it's not fish filet cuh Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ He saved you from [?] They call him the way, the truth, and the life Nahh Listen this is how we live We do it everyday every style, leh go I get hoes, like dirt Treat these hoes, like dirt Treat these hoes like ladies? Nah bruh treat my dick like Cheney's We stomp on them like some Lay's chips We don't give them [?] Bartenders, no tips I don't know what we doing but it sounds good What you think we from the same neighborhood Mr. Rogers (spitting fire) Mr. Rogers (Ain't playing with y'all n***as) Mr. Rogers An eagle flying high in the sky Cause he damn high What they want? (Jesus Christ)