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Freestyle
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Freestyle was released on July 3, 2026 by Big Toolz as a part of the album Til We Meet Again
July 3, 2026
LabelBig Toolz
LanguageEnglish
BPM134
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Pull in the parking lot
And park my shit right in the teacher's spot
With Gucci on toe and a crazy Glock
And a way better car than my teacher got
Say I used to pull in the parking lot
And pull my shit right in the teacher's spot
With Gucci on toe and a crazy Glock
And a way better car than my teacher got
Ah-rah
Let me talk my shit
Feel me?
(Mor)
I'm-I'm-I'm A1, no steakhouse
**** know my guns stay out
Catch me a body then go to the crib and
Then order my bitch 'cause I stayed out
Pock-pockets like I hit the lotto
Young bitch shaped like a bottle
Bougie and bad like a model
While I hold that lil' bitch like McDonald's
Bitches they stare 'cause they heard of me
**** be scared of the murder team
I turn the block to a murder scene
**** know we play with Whoppers like Burger King
Sippin' on Henny, no Chasin'
Yo Gotti, I'm back to the basics
You broke, need work, no job, get paid
Baggin' up bricks in the basement
See all of y'all **** be fakin'
But all of my **** be cakin'
Mask on, run down, gun out
Bullets be soundin' like Mike Will made it
**** be talkin' 'bout beef that they never served
Talkin' 'bout bricks they never served
Tell 'em to catch up, I'm hot dog
Catchin' these plays like I'm Randy Moss
See **** done shot at my house
And fifty shots went through the couch
Me, I don't shoot at no cribs
I bust ****' heads, mur-murder man down
I'm talkin' 'bout bricks 'cause I'm sellin' 'em
I caught a case, it was federal
I shot your homie and he did not make it
It's obvious God wasn't blessin' him
Hop out the whip then I get close
I do not shoot out the window
If I got glizzy and jizz got a glizzy
That's sixty-four, let's play Nintendo
Bullets make him lean like limbo
Thirty-two magazine where the clip go
I shoot like I'm tryna hit a free throw
That Glock hit hard like Kimbo
I trap real hard 'til my nails dirty
Then I clean it out with hundred dollar bills
I ain't even gotta get my hands dirty
Drop chains on him like a wishin' well
'Cause all my **** on thot shit
And we bust down bricks for the profit
Lil' dirty ass **** wanna talk shit
Then we clean him up with the mop stick
If you know me, you know I don't talk a lot
Snake **** like Rollies, I gotta watch
If I'm in some beef and a body drop
I just go clean him up, squeezin' a dirty mop
I don't trust nothin' but thirty shots
Short about six with a bird gat
They call my jock when they want a cop
'Cause they know I'm always on like the light on the cable box
Bitch on my dick 'cause I'm ballin' hard
Cuban on my neck, fuck a Audemars
Try to take him, you want and I swear to God
This glizzy'll open your titties like Mardi Gras
Oh, did I mention them new cars?
Make bitches wanna fuck me like porn stars
Said I came a long way from the pickle jar
Said I came a long way from the pickle jar
Whippin' that brick like a rose
I was movin' that shit on the phone
The way that I boss set the tone
Mobbin' this bitch, Al Capone
Say I used to pull in the parking lot
And park my shit right in the teacher's spot
With Gucci on toe and a crazy Glock
And a way better car than my teacher got
Say I used to pull in the parking lot
And pull my shit right in the teacher's spot
With Gucci on toe and a crazy Glock
And a way better car than my teacher got, ayy
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