[PART I: "Mo Chicken" by BossMan Dlow]

[Intro]
Ooh, shit, this episode 200, bitch
Look, Baby, Justin Credible freestyle show, you know what the fuck we do
Every single motherfuckin' time, I'm the best motherfuckin' rapper
I ain't gon' keep tellin' you n***as, I'm just gon' keep demonstrating
Look, look

[Verse]
Pass the weed
Get on the beat and I shit on it, make it a masterpiece
I actually ain't really been here applyin' myself, but I'm back, it's me
Nasty freak, she wanna fuck me right now in the car, lay back the seats
Smash the V, pull up on n***as right now, and I hop out and swag the beat, the coldest n***a
Soon as thesе n***as come thinkin' 'bout sleepin' on Baby, I come and show thesе n***as
Every time n***a come speakin' on me like he crazy, I come expose the n***a
This AR gon' knock out a hole to hit you, and I don't be playin' that both sides shit
Fuck every n***a that's rollin' wit' you, sold bags every day on some northside shit
Roll up and meet at the store to get it, in 2012, you could give me an addy, and went and just go to the door to get it
Turnt up way over a decade ago, ain't into givin' no change to no ho
And I ain't never sent out no jet for a ho, she be lucky if I even check for the ho
Who the fuck told you to talk in the sheets? 'Fore I pay for the pussy, I lecture the ho
My lil' shit, always talk to her sweet, you know I respect my lil' ho
If her boyfriend was to hustle every day like me, then his motherfuckin' necklace'll glow
If this your partner then talk to your friend, he gon' die right there lyin' right next to his bro
Told you that n***a can't run it like me, they ain't never seen it or done it like me
The ARP sit wit' a drum on the seat, hop out the house, it's a hunnid' at least
On the floor and I'm fuckin' some fine shit, told me the carpet keep burnin' her knees
I told her, put her whole face on the ground, pull that thing out, I be takin' her down
Baby'nem just brought the Drac' in the club, hope they ain't playin' no Kendrick right now
He ain't really that, he just think he a thug, he only that when his n***as around
He ain't never stood there and drew on a n***a and shot him, and made his ass get on the ground
Ain't never show one, he ghoulish, really a goblin, made it the funeral, n***as just talkin'
Play me some music and don't get me started, I know what to do wit' it, n***a, I'm poppin'
Baby got a car for every day of the week, give me a beat and I bet that I'm walkin'
Say if I leave her, then she gon' drop dead, when she lose me, she gon' lay in the coffin
They say I'm handsome as Hell and I'm chocolate, I ain't the best fuckin' rapper, then stop it, n***a
[Outro]
Stop that shit, n***a
It's the best motherfuckin' rapper, n***a, this Baby, n***a
The prettiest chocolate n***a alive, too
Get money, yeah, shoutout BossMan Dlow, n***a
This episode 200, you know what time it is, n***a
Give me another one, give me another one

[PART II: "squabble up" by Kendrick Lamar]

[Intro]
Mhm, mm
This motherfuckin' water, I can't—
Yeah

[Verse]
On these n***as head, they got a migraine
Fuck her brains out, won't call her back, I'm playin' mind games
Might wanna plan they funeral, thinkin' 'bout takin' my chain
N***a won't need no ambulance, fuckin' around wit' my aim
Leavin' a n***a D.O.A., n***a want me to squabble up
Won't even let him throw a punch, gon' punch Ali, and shot him up
Rest in peace to Muhammad Ali, steppin', yeah, when I hop on a beat
You better go get the hottest for me, in the Tesla truck, wit' a chop on the seat
N***a, I came out LA on business
I had a couple meetings, everywhere I had a pistol
No manners for no sluts, so I don't care and I don't listen
I fuck her good and pull out all her hair, but I don't kiss her
Turn on the music, it made me dance
Yeah, Glock .40, Ruger, tucked in my pants
Yeah, look, n***a play wit' Baby, shot the party up
New York for a couple days, I flew into LaGuardia
The bitch don't play no basketball, her dude is fuckin' guardin' her
I think he's scared of losin' her, choose her, then she's outta' there
Prada frames look just like the glasses Harry Potter wear
Cuban link look just like the collar that a dog'll wear
You can see I'm only top five and they don't gotta' care
Stupidly, livin' in they delusion
Baby just keep on givin' it to 'em, get in on all they confusion
The shit I could lay wit' Luka, it ain't no way that we losin'
You ain't even gotta' convince me that you crazy, I ain't movin'
They gon' have a snowstorm in LA 'fore they play, and I'll shoot 'em
N***a, squabble up, shot 'em up
Squabble up, uh-uh, shot 'em up, ooh
Squabble up, n***a, shot 'em up
Squabble up, uh, shot 'em up
[Outro]
You know what time is, man
It's episode 200, so ain't no motherfuckin' way I don't run it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Give me the beat, I'll bun it, all the way down to the motherfuckin' ground, man
Justin Credible freestyle series
Man, let's fuckin' do it, man, shoutout K-Dot by the way

[PART III: "One Take Freestyle" by 1900Rugrat]

[Intro]
Ooh, shit
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Come on man, look

[Verse]
Bitch, every beat get stepped on
I ain't gotta do much, pull up wit' my white ho
Make her tie my shoes up, n***a wit' a AK
Hate these n***as, Klu Klux, but I don't rock no white sheet
I'm this bitch wit' two guns and I'm ready to blow 'em
I'm back on they ass, and I'm ready to show 'em
I'm actin' like these n***as better than me, I come demonstrate, steppin' on shit when it's borin'
Ain't really into repeatin' myself, so I ain't finna talk to the bitch if she foreign
I make a pretty bitch get out my face, fuck from around me, this shit ain't the norm
Fully on me, and I make the bitch rain, bet one you n***as won't weather the storm
I had her give me some head, she was goin', parked in the Maybach out there in the morn'
Fuck the hydraulics, we makin' it bounce, talkin' that shit they be sendin' them porns
Friends be outside but you stay in the house, type to go out just to say that she out
I'm top opp of hip-hop, don't say it's a drought
My flow so authentic, can't play this shit out
My talent too raw, really a dog, can take any beat and just give it to y'all
I ain't potty trained, ain't really lactose intolerant, but I'm still shittin' on y'all
Like (Pfff, pfff, pfff)
N***a, every beat get stepped on
I ain't gotta do much, pull up wit' my white ho
Make her tie my shoes up, n***a wit' a AK
I hate these n***as, Klu Klux, but I don't rock no white sheet
I'm in this bitch wit' two guns
[Outro]
Speakin' of two, this episode 200, man, Justin Credible freestyle series, man
Wit' DaBaby, you know we make history every motherfuckin' time
We just went three-for-three on episode 200
We had to run it, yeah