Larry's Freestyle - Larry June

Keep the hammer like I’m Bob the Builder

But I’m never building nothing (Oh no!)

I don’t really got a preference

Do the papers, Woods, or the Dutches (Yes Lord!)

Hit him from a distance, he didn’t even know

I seen the nigga coming (Gawd!)

Aye, this the injunction

Take my advice

Aye, this a premonition

I might can save your life

Quit acting like a bitch

And if you send the pack, don’t send it overnight

Triple beam scale, these packs ain’t light

Five Ps in a, 45 ghost with the light

Sippin Jeremy got me feeling right

Twenty bands for my new ice

I don’t trust the bitch at all

On the low these bitches sucking pipe

Out of mind, nigga out of sight

Out of sight, nigga out of mind

Said the same shit two times

Still the hardest nigga on the mic

Your bitch hit my DM tonight

Clean my rims, then I hit the block

Fucking 'round with the Taylor Gang

God damn, I got too high

20 bands in my skinny jeans

So I gotta pack the big chop

Gross income 200k, never had a rap check in my life

I don’t ever trust niggas

Half of 'em fuck niggas

Hit my phone 30 times mad cause I never ever fuck with 'em

That’s signs of a hoe, bruh

You mad, cause you broke, huh?

I ain’t even write this

It’s all off the dome, huh?

Let’s see how many niggas try to jack the flow, huh

I know you niggas watching

House nigga on the internet posting choppers

I just made a hundred thousand

Living good, eating Thai food, on the island

Chillin' with a lttle stallion

I’m the motherfucking greatest, if you feel you better

Nigga we can see about it

You punk bitch, wanna hate and shit

You ain’t even got your nails did

You don’t even got a whip, bitch

Watch your mouth, talking to a pimp

Drinking coffee, peeping real estate

Get it cheaper, heard the market rising

Take the equity and start a business

Drink a lot of water, watch your diet

I’m at Barney’s spending hella dollars

Saint Laurent, and the new Givenchy

I don’t fall in love with a bop

Fuck her twice and then I make her swallow

I a four door scrape hotbox God damn oh my gawd

Aye sweetie, hand me that asthma pump please, thank you

A nigga can’t even breathe, help

Hella on

Smoking strong

Two phones

Two homes

Aye, homes

What you need?

I gotta pack

God damn

Chopper hit him

Automatic

Niggas actors, movie script

Cinematic, chopper snatch ya

You a bitch

Run that

Had to switch it up, cause the beat dropped

With a Puerto Rican, getting big top

Spent a pretty penny for my wrist watch

Niggas hustin' backwards like criss cross

I’m the biggest boss since Rick Ross

Got some niggas that’ll knock your wrist off

For that Rolex, that you flexing on 'em

God damn Sledgren, you’re doing good

Getting high playing Xbox, Balmain hoodie

I ain’t stressed out

Young nigga just got knocked down

So it’s time to bring them fuckin' techs out

Hit the pack with the knife

Let him taste it if he wanna

If he want it, then I bring the rest out

I might take a trip down to Pittsburgh

Just to tell my nigga Sledgren, «Good Job!»