BALLS OUT FREESTYLER lyrics

[Intro: MC Prophet]
It- It usually takes me a little bit to find it (Hahaha)
Yes, Yes
f*ck you, Jake
Dude f*ck this intro (Haha)
Ay, Ay, Uh

[Verse 1: MC Prophet]
I know nothin' 'bout sports, but I got my balls out (What?)
So many assets that my capital the size of Moscow
Self made and self employed, I never clock out (Ok, ok)
And me and Kudge are Forever Virgins
We ain't gon' stop now (Never had sex)
Stripes on my feet (Yeah)
Like you know that I got the Tigers on (Uh)
Stripes on her face
Like that chick should've had the wipers on
Been so many months
God damn, can't even write a song (Yuh, yuh ay)
But I know that this gonna go gold, I got my Midas on
Hold up, I need a moment of silence

[Verse 2: MC Kudge]
Kudge coming in hot like I'm f*ckin' in saunas
We the world's worst boyband
I must be honest
I got nothin' to hide, opposite Drake and Adonis
Fans said we fallin' off
I guess we fakin' the comments
New b*tch, she half Greek like I'm dating with Giannis
Your new favorite group done set the bar too low
My girls got a culo, my boys getting checks
Man I'm at the crib watching Zack and Cody with my ex b*tch
Later imma get a tee time with my next b*tch
See if she can handle a stick and balls
Then I'll stick my balls perfectly inside her like it's Tetris
Get this
I just pulled up in a sick Jag
Say you don't like us like you've never heard Big Bag
Same set, but the metal lookin' mismatched
All real here man, go and check the gift tag
[Verse 3: MC Wasian]
c*m and then I go like I'm the gas station (Ok, ok)
White car, yellow interior like I'm Wasian (Swag)
Hella crowds staring at me like a run a nation
Multicolor b*tches, I got some Dalmatians (Ah)
b*tch with a caboose, I think she's p*ssed off (Big Ass)
Now I gotta make an excuse because my di*k soft
Tryna get this weight of my chest like I was Rick Ross (He's so f*cking fat)
And I'm finna waltz in this b*tch, my name is Christoph