KushPak Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Lofty305]
Yeah, chyea

[Verse 1: Lofty305]
It's Lofty, you already knew
n*gga came in, fat sack of the dro'
In my backpack, yeah, sh*t basehead
pus*y ass n*gga, I already said
My motherf*cking name, I don't need to repeat
Hot pink coke sack full of that skeet
Basehead backpack full of that white
Lofty in this b*tch, serving up all night, damn!
Now I'm leaning to the left, dawg
Smoke kush, lose my breath, dawg
Got a strap in my knickerbockers
Hollow points be them certified n*gga-stompers
Lofty's wiling in this b*tch
And all y'all hoes, y'all can't handle it
Lofty's wiling in this b*tch
And all y'all hoes can't handle sh*t, b*tch

[Lofty305]
Bah
Bah
Bah
(You feel me?)
Damn, damn
Full of swag, hoe, damn
What?
[Verse 2: Lofty305]
Rewind money, it come right back
And evеry time when I rap, I'm right on track
Yeah, I put my feet on thе sh*t like [?]
Whatchu' talking 'bout, n*gga? You can't write that
No, you can't rock these, n*gga, these damn Pradas
Man, you talking 'bout yo' money, man, nah, nada
Man, I come up on this sh*t, yeah, I'm hotter
f*ck this n*gga, man, I'm hotter than Nevada
Come up on the track, b*tch, yeah, I need fifty stack
Best believe I blow 'em off, yes, you know we copping racks
I ain't even talking 'bout these n*ggas 'cause they shop at [?]
I be at that Nordstrom, n*gga, yeah, you boredom
I know what it is, n*gga, yeah, I'm so important
Balling in this sh*t like my name is Michael Jordan
Hopping from the free throw line, b*tch, I'm fresh
And, yeah, how you know, man, I do this sh*t to death

[Verse 3: Ruben Slikk]
b*tch, whatchu' said 'bout a n*gga like yo' boy? Yeah
Ride real clean and I stay with the tour
Got the 9mm and a f*cking MAC-11
All you pus*y n*ggas gon' get sent to Heaven
Why I'm a [?] pimp, yeah, I'm mackin'
All they f*cking b*tches, yeah, I make the sh*t happen
Ho chose up to a real pimp like yo' boy
So I said, "b*tch, yeah we roll money for the boys"
I can serve on the f*cking corner for the [?]
All these hoes and a marijuana vape
While I keep in Hell and these hoes keep sellin'
They pus*y, I hope I end up in Heaven
Done did some f*cked up sh*t, n*gga, f*ck that
Got the 9mm, all black f*cking strap
With the wood grip, pus*y n*gga do somethin'
Ruben-f*cking-Slikk, man, he ain't say nothin' (Nothin')