Joell Ortiz & KXNG Crooked – Super Gremlin Freestyle

Joell Ortiz & KXNG Crooked – Super Gremlin Freestyle Lyrics

Artist: Joell Ortiz & KXNG Crooked
Song: Super Gremlin Freestyle

Man, we could be superstars
We been ridin’, wreckin’ cars(Uh, huh)
What is at stakes for us? (Yeah)
Kickin’ off power mirrors

Y’all dealin’ with two superstars
Stupid bars, who’s in charge?
If you involved in rappin’, you at odds with this new group is hard
Remove the guards from Mount Rushmore

Russia made room for our mugshots
Chopped in solid rock Glock c#ck molotov
Cocktail pops every shot, lock a blocker like Serge Ibaka
Do guards on the block, try to put me in a box

But I’m nice enough to play hopscotch in my socks
Rock my scotch and soda gins, neat like no soda in my scotch
You scotch tape, I’m yellow tape, stick around
While I stick figure n#gg#s, every drop get used to me (Yaowa)

My day ones tеllin’ newcomers like “Oh man, this ain’t nеw to me”
Son been spillin’ eulogies in the booth with ease
Since Ray Allen and Reggie Miller were shootin’ three
Since pops told Craig “Put the gun down son

Real men use two of these”
Here I am, grown man ten twenty years, and no slowin’ down
Ten twenty minutes set, ten twenty thousand in my sweats, best show in town
Model S Plaid, ten twenty horsepower, can’t even hear me roll around

(Shhh)
I hit a switch, and it take off like a p#ss# little b#tch
When it’s time to fight, you all bark and not a bite
I’m a gremlin, kept the little gizmo wet, n#gg#s

That’s how you earn a stripe
I’m a dope boy from the trap sh#t
Yeah, I sound dope on this trap sh#t
This is real spill, no captions

Still my real name, my rap sh#t
Closed casket
Closed casket, mo’ classics, go glasses, no caption
Yo #ss is molasses, you slow (Slow)

Thinkin’ I won’t come around to toe tag sh#t, you know (Know)
I ain’t gon keep listen to the hoe #ss sh#t, let’s go (Go)
n#gg#s try to throw shots at me, they crazy
n#gg#s threw a shot so weak, that sh#t didn’t even tase me (Damn)

sh#t didn’t even phase me (Damn), least you coulda grazed me
Every time you talk sh#t about me, you insult the n#gg#s that raise me
Call my phone like “What up, Crook?”
These n#gg#s trippin’, we trippin’ too

Infrared n#gg#, infragreen n#gg#, infrablue
I got every color on the stick, when the lights are off, I’ma get at you
This is true, all you do is make a bunch of sh#t I never listen to
I be bumpin’ that b#tches brew, b#tches you

Out your mind, we goin’ to war
“Where you learn to act like that, Crook?”
Old n#gg#s at the corner store, taught me how to get more and more
NY 4s like Jordan Wore, clean you up like floor decor

The streets sweeper did chores before
Why would I fear any rapper, semi clapper?
Minnie mac that are spinnin’ backwards
Long Beach, I’m with the city factors

Litty jackers, Green Bay, we really Packers
Big guns, which one?
Six touchdowns, one field goal, colt .45, Indianapolis
Super gremlin, shootin’ crazy, the bazooka trembiln’

Leader of the movement, Putin’s Kremlin
Medieval torture, chop your head like the Duke of Finland
Blow your car up and shoot the engine
Only thing left is the Houthi’s emblem

Shooter slide off bumpin’ trap sh#t
n#gg#s probably thought Gucci sent them
Told you, we be spinnin’ like globes do
Long Beach, that’s a code blue

Top down in my old school
Grown man playin’ slow jams
On the phone with my broham
Joell, we gotta drop another album, f#ck up the program

I’m gone, man
I’m gone, I’m outta here
Yo, they ain’t f#ck with me and Joell, man
They ain’t f#ckin’ with us, hahaha

Ah, sh#t
June
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Super Gremlin Freestyle Lyrics – English Translation

Man, we could be superstars
We been ridin’, wreckin’ cars(Uh, huh)
What is at stakes for us? (Ya)
Kickin’ off power mirrors

Y’all dealin’ with two superstars
Stupid bars, who’s in charge?
If you involved in rappin’, you at odds with this new group is hard
Remove the guards from Mount Rushmore

Russia made room for our mugshots
Chopped in solid rock Glock c#ck molotov
Cocktail pops every shot, lock a blocker like Serge Ibaka
Do guards on the block, try to put me in a box

But I’m nice enough to play hopscotch in my socks
Rock my scotch and soda gins, neat like no soda in my scotch
You scotch tape, I’m yellow tape, stick around
While I stick figure n#gg#s, every drop get used to me (Yaowa)

My day ones tеllin’ newcomers like “Oh man, this ain’t nеw to me”
Son been spillin’ eulogies in the booth with ease
Since Ray Allen and Reggie Miller were shootin’ three
Since pops told Craig “Put the gun down son

Real men use two of these”
Here I am, grown man ten twenty years, and no slowin’ down
Ten twenty minutes set, ten twenty thousand in my sweats, best show in town
Model S Plaid, ten twenty horsepower, can’t even hear me roll around

(Shhh)
I hit a switch, and it take off like a p#ss# little b#tch
When it’s time to fight, you all bark and not a bite
I’m a gremlin, kept the little gizmo wet, n#gg#s

That’s how you earn a stripe
I’m a dope boy from the trap sh#t
Yeah, I sound dope on this trap sh#t
This is real spill, no captions

Still my real name, my rap sh#t
Closed casket
Closed casket, mo’ classics, go glasses, no caption
Yo #ss is molasses, you slow (Slow)

Thinkin’ I won’t come around to toe tag sh#t, you know (Know)
I ain’t gon keep listen to the hoe #ss sh#t, let’s go (Go)
n#gg#s try to throw shots at me, they crazy
n#gg#s threw a shot so weak, that sh#t didn’t even tase me (Damn)

sh#t didn’t even phase me (Damn), least you coulda grazed me
Every time you talk sh#t about me, you insult the n#gg#s that raise me
Call my phone like “What up, Crook?”
These n#gg#s trippin’, we trippin’ too

Infrared n#gg#, infragreen n#gg#, infrablue
I got every color on the stick, when the lights are off, I’ma get at you
This is true, all you do is make a bunch of sh#t I never listen to
I be bumpin’ that b#tches brew, b#tches you

Out your mind, we goin’ to war
“Where you learn to act like that, Crook?”
Old n#gg#s at the corner store, taught me how to get more and more
NY 4s like Jordan Wore, clean you up like floor decor

The streets sweeper did chores before
Why would I fear any rapper, semi clapper?
Minnie mac that are spinnin’ backwards
Long Beach, I’m with the city factors

Litty jackers, Green Bay, we really Packers
Big guns, which one?
Six touchdowns, one field goal, colt .45, Indianapolis
Super gremlin, shootin’ crazy, the bazooka trembiln’

Leader of the movement, Putin’s Kremlin
Medieval torture, chop your head like the Duke of Finland
Blow your car up and shoot the engine
Only thing left is the Houthi’s emblem

Shooter slide off bumpin’ trap sh#t
n#gg#s probably thought Gucci sent them
Told you, we be spinnin’ like globes do
Long Beach, that’s a code blue

Top down in my old school
Grown man playin’ slow jams
On the phone with my broham
Joell, we gotta drop another album, f#ck up the program

I’m gone, man
I’m gone, I’m outta here
Yo, they ain’t f#ck with me and Joell, man
They ain’t f#ckin’ with us, hahaha

Ah, sh#t
Juni
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com

Joell Ortiz & KXNG Crooked Lyrics – Super Gremlin Freestyle

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Release Year: 2020