Jack Harlow — 5 Fingers of Death Freestyle

[Part 1] What's the word, what's the word I been on point, kept my herb to the curb We just went to workin', told them that we quit So, now I'm trying to get it for a herb selling herb I'm the worst like syrup on the shirt Told her how I feel, I ain't sure about the words It ain't go so well, I ain't sure what the verdict is But I don't think that I be splurgin' to her anymore [Part 2] They tried to burglar the flow Went to high school, I ain't learn nothing, no Teachers on my back like the burgundy gold on the football jerseys I ain't worried 'bout it though 'Cause I'm— 'cause I'm certainly dope Swerving 'round town hitting curbs in the road Said she can't pull up, she got church in the morn' I'm a smooth operator with the surgical flow, on some— [Part 3] On some slick shit She gon' send them nudes, she don't ask me for no dick pics But if she did, I ain't tripping, I'ma send it Pick her up at nine, take her out like an appendix I got a couple brothers with me trying to get rich And we 'bout to blow, know you probably heard the tick-tick On the beat I'm doing kick flips She ain't got the Rollie but you know she got the Fitbit [Part 4] And she keepin' track of them steps I was out the gym but we back doing reps Ain't no dumbbells but I'm still going dumb On these damn bells and these motherfucking drums I'm a spy kid, you's a motherfucking thumb And I'm in the Ville like a young Denny Crum Getting to the bread and we taking every crumb Getting to the bread and I'm— and I'm feeling like him [Part 5] And I'm feeling like Kim, Possible Thirty-five and she fine, I'm adoptable I got young chicks tryna make the condom full But I know they only want me for the conjugal I can't do it, but you can make your back St. Louis Go and arch that, show it to a youngin like Car Fax We gon' be some legends it ain't far fetched Key to the city and it came with a TARC pass