Flyest Freestyle lyrics

[Tag: PE$O PETE & ムクホーク]
*Staraptor's Cry*

[Intro: PE$O PETE]
Yeah, this that nasty sh*t
Bruh, this sh*t loud from the speakers
Yeah, it's the μNDERGROUND movement
Lamppost, PE$O
sh*t straight from the streets, hot as f*ck
Get ready, yeah

[Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
I'm a monster, how I sit in this, winnin' this
This track is double trouble, yeah, the plot is thickenin'
It's Lamppost and PE$O, double [?] is imminent
Spittin' like Eminem while you n*ggas is feminine
You [?] means guilt, killin' tracks and no sentiment
And we grindin' from the bottom, thank you, [?], for sendin' it
Violent verses, slide the beats, we [?] it
That we microphone killas, this that sh*t on ya Leatherman
This damn [?] before
Man, he still makin' excuses, tryna evade the line of fire
'Cause they know I'm killin' dudes and assimilate regardless
Listen, it's my way or the highway
Join my movement and ya getcha sh*t smacked sideways
Okay, now let's lighten the mood
Lighten the load, kickin' [?] outta my hood
Away from my throne, [?] always up and I plot
Straight in our zone
[Post-Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
Yeah, shi—, take that sh*t to ya dome right quick, take it ya dome right quick
Process those lyrics
You think that was hard? Lamppost, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em!

[Pre-Verse 2: Yung Lamppost]
You know, lately, about me and PE$O been openin' our third eyes, we really been [?] this, you know?
But then the family stumbled upon the—, you know?
We know it was gonna happen eventually 'cause when, you know?
When two n*ggas are just that real, and we're just that fire at writing bars like, it's gonna happen sometimes, 'cause—
Man, f*ck it, I-I'll just let the bars speak for themselves, bye

[Sample 1: C8 Swap & C8 Trick]
Mom, get the camera out! (Aw!)

[Verse 2: Yung Lamppost]
Me and PE$O got the loud, we sparkin' it
Rollin' through the cut, yo, we finna f*ckin' body sh*t
b*tch n*ggas throwin' up a fit
Come getcha sh*t split
Slidin' like [?]
f*ck around and leave ya body [?]
Me and PE$O stay the realest
Might wanna come out and see this
The lyrical master of you n*ggas
Put the semi' on 'em, finger on the triggers
Two shots to ya dome how it go
You should already f*ckin' know that, bro'
[Break: Yung Lamppost]
Ah, right, I gotta, I gotta take a break, man
These, these bars are just way too fire for you boys
Ah, oh, man
Man, this, this third eye [?] I've been getting, man
It's just crazy, you know?
I should lay off of all these, you know? Weed, Xanny bars, cocaine, L-S-D, mushrooms, and so much other stuff
But f*ck that, bro', I'm Yung TrippyPost, I'm Yung Lamppost, god, I'm just everything, you know?
I'm just a third eye physical, spiritual embodiment of the world of how it is, dog, you know?
I'm war, love, and peace in the same body, dog
And that shows in my bars
I'm, I'm just crazy, man, I'm just crazy
'Boutta hitchu up with these bars, dog

[Verse 3: Yung Lamppost]
Besides that, ya b*tch eatin' this di*k
These rounds hotter than a candlestick
Young n*gga stay a lunatic
Went up in a Target and I hit a lick
f*ck that, I'm sick of this
Pull up on your grave and take a p*ss
'Cause Lamppost don't give a f*ck
Just [?] self-destruct, I'm truly something different
You n*ggas, I'm different, so consider that you're irrelevant
We finna come through [?]
Finna eat her ass like a cantaloupe
My di*k already goin' down her throat
c*m on her [?] like mayo'
Ain't nobody realer than me and PE$O
[Sample 2: Presenta]
Oh my go—