Tucker, Lil Perm - Chinatown Freestyle Lyrics

Bitch the beat get to kickin, Bruce Lee
I’m gettin paper, looseleaf
Niggas started talkin crazy, confused me
Start usin ya brain, Lucy
We shoot shit then slide, Toosie
Hoe ya nigga is little, Boosie
Ima young fly nigga, Luuci
I fuck her to Weezy, Tunechi
Nigga I’m a dog, goofy
Ima put him to sleep, roofy
And we wrap his ass up, sushi
Pussy nigga wish he knew me
And we ride in the coupe, that’s a two seat
Got ya shawty boutta slurp me like a smoothie
We got plenty guns, pick your class, call of duty
We gon shoot the whole scene up like a movie
We gon shoot up the scene like a porno
Nigga I got more cheese then Digiorno
Ridin round’ top off wit the doors closed
10 Thots ain’t enough I need more hoes
I got too many bars I need more flows
Hunnid+ guuci shirts I need more clothes
Steady counting this bread I need more dough
Bitch my pockets is fat, gordo
My pockets is fat, they stupid thick
Nigga stay dressing, like balsamic
We finna bounce, like a pogo stick
He talking hot, must’ve bumped his shit
Perm get to lighting shit up like a candlestick
Way he be moving you’d thought he’s a lunatic
Now this shit really be kicking like Anderson
I promise non of my bitches American
Foreign hoes more hoes
Foreign whips more whips
Foreign clothes more clothes
Yo bitch my bitch
She on my dick
I keep dat stick
You talk that shit
Gon get you hit
Nigga you’ll get yo self killed, nigga you’ll get yo self spilled get hit wit a drill
This shit get messy, entanglement shoutout to Jada and Will
He thought it was sweet ‘till he tasted some skittles
I get to solving that bitch like a riddle
I’m in the big seat like the mufucking principal
Pinnacle know we don’t keep that shit civil
We got guns everywhere keep ya head onna swivel
If Tuck throw it up ima catch it like Kittle
I call that boy Malcolm no X, cus I shoot em and I’ll leave his ass in the middle
I pull that shit out and I knock off his socks
Got poles in the back finna shoot up the block
We barge in his house and we don’t even knock
Bitch I got the keys you can throw away the lock
Yeah I got the bands not talkin bout rock
Im making these plays thought I was a jock
I got hungover wound up in Bangkok
Im high off the lean im high off the Wok
Find all these niggas and put em down under
They all so scared that they hide under covers
In OKC so I’m bringing the thunder
Gave her that dick and she said it works wonders

Bitch the beat get to kickin, Bruce Lee
I’m gettin paper, looseleaf
Niggas started talkin crazy, confused me
Start usin ya brain, Lucy
We shoot shit then slide, Toosie
Hoe ya nigga is little, Boosie
Ima young fly nigga, Luuci
I fuck her to Weezy, Tunechi
Nigga I’m a dog, goofy
Ima put him to sleep, roofy
And we wrap his ass up, sushi
Pussy nigga wish he knew me
And we ride in the coupe, that’s a two seat
Got ya shawty boutta slurp me like a smoothie
We got plenty guns, pick your class, call of duty
We gon shoot the whole scene up like a movie
We gon shoot up the scene like a porno
Nigga I got more cheese then Digiorno
Ridin round’ top off wit the doors closed
10 Thots ain’t enough I need more hoes
I got too many bars I need more flows
Hunnid+ guuci shirts I need more clothes
Steady counting this bread I need more dough
Bitch my pockets is fat, gordo
My pockets is fat, they stupid thick
Nigga stay dressing, like balsamic
We finna bounce, like a pogo stick
He talking hot, must’ve bumped his shit
Perm get to lighting shit up like a candlestick
Way he be moving you’d thought he’s a lunatic
Now this shit really be kicking like Anderson
I promise non of my bitches American
Foreign hoes more hoes
Foreign whips more whips
Foreign clothes more clothes
Yo bitch my bitch
She on my dick
I keep dat stick
You talk that shit
Gon get you hit
Nigga you’ll get yo self killed, nigga you’ll get yo self spilled get hit wit a drill
This shit get messy, entanglement shoutout to Jada and Will
He thought it was sweet ‘till he tasted some skittles
I get to solving that bitch like a riddle
I’m in the big seat like the mufucking principal
Pinnacle know we don’t keep that shit civil
We got guns everywhere keep ya head onna swivel
If Tuck throw it up ima catch it like Kittle
I call that boy Malcolm no X, cus I shoot em and I’ll leave his ass in the middle
I pull that shit out and I knock off his socks
Got poles in the back finna shoot up the block
We barge in his house and we don’t even knock
Bitch I got the keys you can throw away the lock
Yeah I got the bands not talkin bout rock
Im making these plays thought I was a jock
I got hungover wound up in Bangkok
Im high off the lean im high off the Wok
Find all these niggas and put em down under
They all so scared that they hide under covers
In OKC so I’m bringing the thunder
Gave her that dick and she said it works wonders