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Adam Vanscoyk - 2025 Freestyle Lyrics

2025 FREESTYLE LyricsBig racks on me I feel like a bad bitch
Go getcha camera cause I'm boutta flash em
If he get talking then we bout to bag em
Get sent to the morgue where the technician tag em
Slide with a Glock, save the AR for rainy days
Claim what you not, I got boys sliding to ya place
He saw some shit, guarantee he ain’t see a face
Just downed a fifth, guarantee I won’t feel the pain
All of my haters just faces I rearrange, Bitch I ain’t basic add flare to my murder
Plaint the walls red, put stain on the curtain
If there’s too many crosses you can bet imma burn em
I’ve been dripping so much think my faucet need service
I got all black attire you can tell when I’m purging
Baby fed up, she said she want the old me
Sorry, that me was a whole different person
I’m the triple six mastermind
The motherfucker that is cursed and he’s not divine
Ya fake bitch, make room just move aside
Lx ain’t god he gon rule the gods
I got too many arrows in my back
Hit me one time and I might fall flat
Yeah I’ll prolly die but just know I’m coming back
Yeah I’m finna die but just know I’m coming back
Coming back for what I’m owed, cause they never wanna show love when you alive
Been a minute since I spoke
They not gonna listen so might as well just save some time
Still traveling down all these roads
I can’t believe i made it home without using these signs
Careful wherever you go
You see the light, close your eyes or you might end up blind
That’s a flash from the muzzle you know I don’t tussle
Caught you off guard, all ya bros gotta hustle
Came with a play but they left in a huddle
Gotta go figure out a new rebuttal
Cause you not the shit, you not the shit
Im with my dogs and they ain’t gon sit
Tre got the blick, try not to get hit
Fuck TSA we got too many sticks
Walk em down
I done lotta shit in talk about
Better be careful don’t fuck around
Fog in the air when I’m in the town
Check that ya children are safe and sound cause no one coming when they get to screaming out
I’m upping the blick better take a bow
Y’all better wish that i miss these rounds
Or you gon end up in the soul
Testin the oppas friends 1 by 1 just to see who is loyal
Imma turn in the one that I think is gon switch up
Singing in court now the whole plans foiled
Bitch, I’m too good my strap got no recoil I say at the range getting dangerous aim
One in his stomach left him in a cane, it went and fucked up his back like my nickname bane
I ain’t going insane cause I’ve been insane, you might be where in from but we are not the same
Tote a gun but you just pumpfakin, you ain’t finna shoot shit cause you scared of the paint
He can’t even pull up and shoot, rookie ass move/
That bitch he gon die where he lay
Blicky done blew off his shoes, I had him screaming like he was inside of the booth