The Beat Bully - Big Freestyle @ Capital XTRA lyrics

[Intro] Finally in Europe Bop Din Bop L. D. aka Bop Bop Din Bop I could do what I want when I rap Ok thats enough [Verse: 1] Oh my god I'm popping out in Europe Oh they slipping, gotta wipe the floor up I'm the type of dude, that never liked the karma I giving no f**s, I'm farting at the urinal Momma used to call me Davey Wavey 20 years later Davey Wavey I'm Russel Westbrook, the guard changer Still push the same car baby All whips stilly on the map New b**hes in the back They been f**ing with the kid for a minute Oh my ma, got 'em looking like they about go and let the motherf**er in and rip it like a ticket I be going to bed like this I don't even gotta go and pretend on this I don't even gotta trip Still in that London apartment like ehh My girl look like she got Parkinson's ehh I got her moving and shaking like ehh I'm coming first when I let her like ehh Turning up everywhere Johnny Manziel I got some buddies checking my mail Hoes in formation I'm feeling like Bey I just don't see how someone can debate They don't even like to post me on fader f** it. I'm what they all not Labels they know where they call at I got OGs in my call log I can name names Just know I've been great, to the greatest But f** it, its your blood I bet they let us on worldstar No bugging me, that's a girl car 50 just hit me like damn homie Go by Lil Dicky, I'm saying! Still sh** a landslide How the sh** be holding up with the hands tied How the sh** be blowing up Nicky pants size Could the sh** break ground, that's a landslide Got his trunk crunk with the hand dye You don't see a lot of damn [...] like a [...] And I drop a video, ton of impressions I look around, I see none but impressions [Break] Not of me Tim Just of each other Yeah Tim, Tim, Tim, Tim, Tim Tim I know. You think I'm gonna meet my wife in London? (I hope so) She could be here, no? (Yeah waiting for you baby) Oh [Verse: 2] Oh they were sleeping, but now they awake Is he your Drizzy or Louis C.K If he was both of them, b**hes were both of them Businesses sh** would be crickety cray Wish, after wish, like I'm blowing this cake b**h, after b**h, they've been hollaring my name Cling to my wood like a newborn koala Cap on my sh** when I twist like a wallah Ok, now they try to get involved with it No girl yet I gotta see them all first No chain I been trying to keep it all business Lay it down like manure, that sh** work Drinking my water, I pick up a quarter You know that the money is saved Ey woah, why you recording? Reporters recording the sh** that I say Ey, I don't even gotta downgrade it I ain't loving what I found lately People look at me, prayer hoping People look at you, periscoping I might have to be a tastemaker This ain't Iggy, but I date Lakers (I go out with them, sometimes) Cut the losses, cut the bosses Independent, f** the office! At the wingstop, bunch of sauces Shout out to Rick Ross, uh, bossin' I ain't peak yet I don't P-jet Fly coach Jay Wright sh** They sent me Nikes, sent me Reeboks Got a new box I ain't peek yet But I'd been skim milk chugging With a b**h, hot as asphalt b**h, wonder why I'm coming quick? It's your a** fault! Say what you want I be saying sh** later You watching movies and wish you could date her My life a movie, I think I might date her I'd hit her on Twitter, but I'm out of data [Break] I always run out of data. Is it da(y)ta or data? I hope it's da(y)ta for the sake of the rhyme I ... even upgraded my plan, I swear, I do a lot of social media All right thank you