Asphalt Freestyle
[Verse: TyFromTheFuturr]
Asphalt was black turned to blood 911 dialed he calling the fuzz, I ain’t never had a plug show me love only buzz I ever felt from his stuff I’m loving these drugs

I’m calling they bluff all of them lying and phony as fuck, bitches never even gave them a hug only connection I want is the one I’m bagging her up

Drop slow still they wanna copy my flow I squeeze once whole mag to your throat, and they know how I go big boy shit rockstar no problem all of y’all hoes

Rifle pick him like a nose finger on the trigger I’m a go getter style not a joke, then I crack him like a yolk no egg whites put the white on her face like a youngin doing coke

But I’m not feeling like a Slutt talking like I’m Sonny cause the spider never dumb, fly on the wall heard it all on the rug drum went empty pump fill it up

Why I’m moving like a punk? Cause I don’t give a fuck drugs and I’m drunk what I said but I’m not, too sure bout how I might pull it off real cool dude yeah I know what I’m on

Yeah Let me just switch it back real sharp blade and I’m fast with a slash, pour blood from a gash and you know it’s all facts and I might rap cap but my guys in the back

And I know they’ll spray away shoot for me I’m a king to the grave, real trifecta 3s to a gang no whole crew my team motley

Yeah shatter his skull on the street bet he don’t know where I be, lay in my bed with lady and wake up to duffel bags earning a ton of that all in my sleep

All of y’all flocking and following herding to dogs and your pack really large y’all some sheep, prolly should dip on your guys get to living your life so it’s easy to knock out your teeth
Don’t fuck with jumping 1 on 1 run it really I’m boutta go earn my wings, buffalo wild I rush like a bison I know I can show where they got wild things

Demons come out when you’re angering me feeling like hulk I be smashing these fiends
Enemies friendly I’m with the brethren nobody play cause my team got you beat


[Hook: TyFromTheFuturr] (x2)
Yeah asphalt black tar filling up the gaps that I l left, Tell them it’s bad luck tough love put him on a shirt or the net

How I be webbed up strings stuck smoking on that sticky no meds, but I been medicated hella faded make my asphalt look red he dead

Gone