DESCRIPTION:
Downloads:
https://soundcloud.com/lextrevayluther/10-bands-freestyle

http://www.audiomack.com/song/mob-trey/10-bands-freestyle

Lyrics:
I'm a product of product pushers and my momma's cooking
In the projects, looking at my bros with the lamas booking
When the law came, raw cane, the drama shook when
The rods bang, same shit from which we all came
My sword stay sharpened from the OGs that I talk with
Large fifth, hawk spit, make you a decomposed carcass
Turn your strip into a target
We won’t dodge your(Dodger) hat and got you fucking on cam when you try and mark us(Marcus)
Y'all wimps Clark Kents when I walk in
Larkin dump from the back of a truck and we ain't parking
Beg your pardon?
We came to give your grid iron and take whatever's new or leans(New Orleans) as soon as you Saints march in
The shit we spit ain't in sync(sink) don't try and force it(faucet)
Novice, I take it back to the street if I want to CORNER the market
From the Provence to the Barrows I keep it thorough
Now they riding the wave for sure(shore) though, I'm sub-zero
Go head and try me
You ain't cold enough, that shit is only Brisk when you try and ice T(Ice tea)
I could squeeze a dessert eagle with a hawk eye, peep
If he in a scope(Interscope) I'd even get Jimmy IV'd(Iovine)
Why me? Y'all niggas not a threat at all
Y'all should get your head involved
Before I step to em, grab my weapon, and let my Heckler wet them all
And go out shooting like Queen Latifah in "Set It Off"
I'm just having fun, dog, this verse ain't even polished
Grab lamas, watch your back, you know what the time is
Ah shit, in the middle of this nonsense
I'm reusing a rhyme scheme i just stopped with
But shit, why should I stop it knowing that I'm still verbally stomping
Having the booth looking like it was decorated by a mosh pit
Dope dealers get rich of the shit that I spit
A house a hill, will a mountain dew sense they have to mix monsters?
Y'all kids not on my level
I'm the devil, palm the metal, get popped or the problem settled
I cock a heckler and rock whoever
Dog I will rob you and spend it all on a watch nigga that's how I embezzle(in bezel)
I'm rude as shit and stupid sick when using blicks
Move your shit when using 5ths my ruger lift
Every bar in existence is stored in a super computer chip
booted into a human at birth and I'm introducing him
They want 100 bars? Bitch, I'll right 100 songs
In the booth in the time that it takes for all you niggas to
Get a broad moderately attractive to call
And they all mastered by the time you can convince her to send the nudes
You far from my level, beginner
You pressed to impress the bitch, I get the neck and forget
My girl’s ass so phat, all these niggas’ heads on a swivel
When she walk in this bitch, man. You need a verse? Cool, I'ma need like
10 bands ... 50 bands ... 100 bands
Fuck it. Your bitch don't know me in public
But, if you check her kik, I bet the history deleted
And so is her number, ain't it funny how history repeated
10 bands ... 50 bands ... 100 bands
Fuck it man. We ain't even gone discuss it man
OMG I think I'm the illest to do it
I gave your bitch the opportunity and shorty blew it

#Vendetta LP: http://mobtrey.bandcamp.com/album/vendetta-lp

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