Future — Smacked Silly Rack City Freestyle

Rack rack city bitch.... Get get smacked silly bitch I'mma give ya'll 50 bars on this one.....Ready? So what they tryna hate for They know I'm gettin' paid more And when I'm in the club, everything I drink is paid for? You left the picture and missed everything u stayed for The game gettin' tough but this the shit that I was made for So act up, best believe you gettin' smacked up Pedal to metal I ain't lettin' niggas catch up And we could match up homie we gonn smoke too Cause it's our time and we gonn shine like we supposed to I told you, I'm the illest with this mic shit Spit it off the top, I'ont even gotta write shit My tight shit sounds the best when I be dumb high Cause I get Harvard brain and I'm far from an alumni You dumb guys, I do rap and soccer shit You don't see me glow? I'm bout to blow like a rocket ship U talkin' shit I think its best that u dip and hide Cause when I start to flow it be wet like a slip n slide I'm gettin high u can tell my eyes is bloodshot Take a lotta pictures but I stay away from mugshots I do my thing boy I always do my shit well Rest in peace to em but I'm bout to smoke a Big L Brain twisted, soul being lifted You should hand over the mic like Taylor Swift did See what the piff did, feel like I'mma die slow Hit it and a nigga spit fire like I'm Spy-ro My eyes low, compliments cause I rhyme well I'm runnin' in your crib like I'm Kramer off of Seinfeld You sleepin' boo? I slide thru, like PeekaBoo You frozen in shock now ya nickname is Pikachu Jeez - I swear I'll try and take it easy A nigga need a wife but need some bitches who are sleazy For when I'm feelin' low, they know exactly how to please me To all my niggas listenin' I know ya fuckin' sees me Yeaa Cause I got bitches on the side That'll hop on the dick, if I feel like gettin' sidetracked They ride that til I nut and then I pass out Then I give em food and and cab and kick they ass out... That's how a player do And I'mma player who Loves gettin' brain so shout outs to all my players too And they say hate the game not the player boo But bitches doin' circles like muhfuckin dreidel do And I'll shake up the whole damn place My punchlines'll punch lines in ya whole damn face I smoke weed and sip goose til I start to get loose Fake niggas gimme dap, I leave em hanging no noose, damn You can't battle? well I'll kill him myself A registered sex offender how I'm feelin' myself You feelin' the wealth, well I got paper in sight A lotta niggas can't stand how I'm rapin the mic But all this herb got me lookin' like a china man Everybody know I rap so I rhyme when I can Try and name somebody with as many lines as ya man Time is money guess I gotta lot of time on my hands And I got paper in my pockets I'm just achin' to burn N you could shine when its ya time but keep waitin' ya turn Cause its mine n I'mma grind til this paper I earn And ion preach but ill teach til they blatantly learn Understand I'mma boss, I could never take an off day Cause I'mma be a star who got bucks, no latte s Papi what the ladies love to call me Cause they love when I get it up like wall street I'm good lookin', rhyme tight, and I flow nuts Krispy Kreme workers even sayin' that my dough nuts I go nuts boy....