CODE KUNST (코드 쿤스트)
Tropicana freestyle
Verse 1: (Albert)
Chewing bubble gum spit it on the back streets
Im chopping beats on the corner with Jeffrey
Blow the whistle in the game like a referee
We wait around and the chauffeur pick us up
We bout to go airport shopping cause its tax free
Uh-huh
You're not a teacher do not test me
Nah-uh
I murda beats come arrest me
Yeah
Im living free
Kicking ass, dropping bags
Like im jet lee
Uh
All these bitches chasing after me and micheal
Thotiana ride the wave like a cycle
She got a pretty face but that girl a psycho
She wake up in the morning screaming where the hell did mike go
Yeah she 5'4
And she fight for
Every fucking thing, yeah she not nice no
Take a knife for imma lose my life
Cause all these crazy girls
Think we the ones they write for
Hit that 3 fade away like im 24
Sold my closet but its cool in got plenty more
Give my shorty Phoebe drip
Not that fendi fur
I just blew, all my cash
I dont know what money's for
Verse 2: (Micheal)
The freesyle's more fire than the album
Keep my neck colder than my last one
Actor on the stream, but they dont want no action
Hennessey and [?]
Thirteen thousand
This not a roley its a richard on my wrist
Look at all the ice on him, did he break his wrist?
Ball like a maverick you would think im [?]
Hey, watch where you're stepping these are dolce
Young boy turning up the heat
They gon throw shade
Cause im on my own shit
Atlantic ocean
Prada and Dior got a young boy popping
I dont fuck with plain janes
VV thats the topic
I can see a lane cause [?]
All the instagram Stunnting
Y'all gotta stop it
All the instagram fronting
Y'all gotta stop it
Edgar pause it...
SIKE
Saying that you do it
But you really just acting
This ain't about you stop overreacting
Uh
And im working up an appetite
Working overtime
Where my cake at?
Verse 3: (Jeffrey)
Where the cake at?
Where the babes at?
Balling like im kobe
Imma fake that
Eyes closed, Dripped down
Imma make that
Shorty with the patty cake
Imma take that
Freestyle more fire than the album
We chopping up beats with my n***a Albert
When the trio in the booth
Theres only one outcome
To my n***as assalam
Alaikum
Making bangers on bangers
Mixtape bout to go platinum
I write my lyrics no phantom
To n***as hating i fathom
Feeling just like Aladdin
Quick flow sounds like its latin
And this n***a looking good that's why I get all these jasmines
Uh
Trio in the booth
Whipping beats like a coupe
Going back to back i see the vision, you get the view
Going in through and through
When we releasing
We'll be peaking
You'll be tweeting
The the french girls screaming beaucoup