Tekky Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Okay, big chat, I got more big bars than Ashton’s diet, quit that
“He’s repeating bars, and he already did that”
Shut the f*ck up c*nt, do you wanna get b*tch slapped?

I got a click-clack, reload and go again, those ain’t tic tacs
Each bar pure as lead, one shot and you dead, this ain’t a jib-jab
She got a big bag, big bad, big back, stop

[Chorus]
I mean, how many times do we have this dance?
I’m touring the world, catch me out in France
I made Kieran rap well, he must be feeling Stressy
One shot and you dead, that’s why we call it Tekky

[Bridge]
(Hahah) and you still think you’re on my level?
I’m a rebel, you a worker, here’s your participation medal!

[Verse 1]
Here’s a trophy, catch me in the Odeon, flow holier than the holiest
My bars ain’t the cosiest, cos they heavy on the truth like Oprah was
I mean you’re bisexual, but I got this prick moving straight
More predictable than the weather, I got this b*tch irate

I sent 6 disses in a week, this prick dropped 2, he’s weak
I’m like Kendrick in this b*tch, and I’m done moving sleek
I said “give up and surrender”, I guess you wanna be a pretender
Cos I’m about to drop some bombshells like the world-ender
[Chorus]
I mean, how many times do we have this dance?
I’m touring the world, catch me out in France
I made Kieran rap well, he must be feeling Stressy
One shot and you dead, that’s why we call it Tekky

[Verse 2]
I have a revelation- oh wait-wait-, I forgot what it is
More nosebleeds than good bars, I wasn’t taking the p*ss
Your track was mediocre, I thought this was a lyrical fight?
Flipped out about the loli accusations, you got something to hide? (Hmm)
Friends with Miller cos you’re a prick (get it?)
Only chick you’ll ever touch is your own f*cking di*k (get it?)
I got more plants than you got common sense (hmm)
Who knew a shadow could be so f*cking dense?

[Bridge]
Hahah. It’s over
It’s over
You know what?
Just because I can

[Verse 3]
I’m cruel with the wordplay, no way you can ever compete
Gave you a shot at the king, you landed at the feet (defeat)
You missed little b*tch, I’ll leave you like Aaron Paul
Or Ashton’s balls (talking about being bald)
I’m bold in the odeon, that’s why they love my pics
Ain’t talking race but you know the ‘flave is hella mixed
(hold on, hold on)
[Bridge]
I’m like a soviet Brit, (I don’t know what the f*ck I’m saying)
Wait- no - I got it- I’m both parts sh*t (haha)

[Outro]
Call me a dyslexic lightswitch, the way I bring the light-b*tch
You’ll need an eye clip, for all the mozzarella and wine dip
Hahahahah- f*ck