Cypher Freestyle song by Jenn Carter from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is East Coast, Freestyle, Cypher music. The Record company is unknown. Released on May 17, 2022.
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Cypher Freestyle Meaning
| [[Part I – Liquor] [Intro: Kyle Richh] Glah Like, what? Like, damn Glah Glah [Verse: Kyle Richh] She a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn She a thot, I can’t kiss her My bitch a gun, I be fiendin’ to click her Like she be geekin’ and tweaked off the liquor Wait, put the dick in her liver New opp, shit kick like a punt OD’d off a pill, now he dead in my blunt Man down, put that boy in a trunk If I spot him, I turn him to runtz Oh my God, what happened to—? Big gun, I’m a ooter like Melo Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O He ain’t drill with us, he cannot sit with us Opp pack got me feelin’ ridiculous Pour up the Tris’, don’t resist, tell her, “Fill it up” Fuck a bitch, I can chill with a million Fish bowl, put a hole in thе V Please do not lack becausе shit can get serious He a runner, too fast like furious, Glock with a beam, I’ma put him to sleep Damn, on court like a Piston, quick draw, I got PTSD She let me hit it in different positions Like, feel like thirty, I’m ootin from deep Pop a thirty, I can’t go to sleep Bitch, I’m bustin’, might take off his muffin How is you tough? You was runnin’ and duckin’ This G23, get to markin’ like Cousins And I’m interlockin’ with buzzin’ But these bitches be keeyin’ my vibe She wanna link ’cause she see that I’m high Like off the dotty, my vision is fried Fake love, I don’t know who to trust, what? These niggas fake, get away from me How you here for me? You wasn’t there for me Told my mama, ”I need you to pray for me” I said, ”Brother, my music my therapy” I’ma be top one charted I’m a demon, I oot through the darkness Fuck everybody, this life made me heartless, damn , [Part II – 4life Freestyle] [Intro: Jenn Carter] (Chee on the beat) (Zionthebeat) Look [Verse: Jenn Carter] Let me start like this Said you niggas is weird and your opps is your friends How your boyfriend a—, but he ask for a feature He tried to diss, but he makin’ amends I’ma set shit straight, said he 41K, he get sent to the gates Straight to the top, not a debate They like, ”Jenn you so lyrical, niggas is late”, like We gon’ tear that boy like I’m a surgeon Shorty a baddie, she tell me, ”It’s hurtin”’ And this music is more than just verses I’m really on timin’, I do it on purpose Niggas talkin’, but that shit is digital Fuck with the opps and I can’t be a friend of you Niggas dirty and they not original Feel like I’m Spike, when I’m shootin’, I’m visual Bullet’s gon’ make him invisible Don’t need a diss, but you fit the subliminal Brodie a demon, a criminal Sendin’ out shots and this shit is not clinical Feelin’ prolific, I shoot through the fabric I’m like Carter, I’m shootin’ with Magic Ain’t no bottle, but niggas be cappin’ You 41K, you get put in the past tense Like, wait Like, damn, when I walk in the party, she geekin’ and tweakin’ I just put shorty down for a drink She like, ”Jenny, you know that I’m fiendin’ I be watchin’ your vids in a sequence” I got a heart and she said I could keep it We go back to her shit for the weekend, but I gotta go, Tata called up a demon , [Part III – See Red] [Verse 1: Tata] How you dissin’? Like four of yo’ homies is dead I send one of my niggas kill all of y’all niggas I see a opp then I see red With this pencil, fill ’em up with lead Bend through the opps I’m tryna catch ’em— (24 is the GOAT) How you smokin’ my dead and I don’t got no dead They know my bop, Mr. Everything Dead She wanna come over I left her on read Niggas pussy I’m a veteran, niggas is rookies Big knocker, can’t book me Walk in the party and I got them lookin’ Niggas be runnin’ they mouth on the media I run into niggas, yeah, it’s lit Bitches be gettin’ ahead of they self I don’t care if you pretty, suck my dick, glah I’m with ‘Lato, rollin’ up Gelato Niggas pussy and opp niggas follow They know it’s forty-one ways to get paid I got a baddie, she look like Mulatto With the legs, drinkin’ Henny, no chaser Bitches dumb if she think I’m a— Don’t wanna fuck, on bro, I won’t make her Beam through his face if he play with my Ayo, bro, boom that nigga Walk in the spot, remove that nigga I’m not in the politicin’ or the media Ain’t no talkin’, boom that nigga, glah 41, I’m promotin’ the violence, spinnin’ through ready, I got niggas hidin’ And ya’ niggas not really on timin’ Call up my Muddy, he stay on my timin’, glah Shorty got wap like Fetty Bread winner, I love to get bready They know my bop, Mr. Everything Deady And shots to the eye, now he lookin’ like Fetty, bitch , [Verse 2: Jenn Carter] I be geekin’, I’m totin’ on what? Shorty a thottie, she don’t give a fuck She be tweakin’, she shakin’ her butt And that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run He dumb, he a bot Bitch on my body, she totin’ my gun You run, don’t stop You feelin’ hot, you get sent to the sun He tried to diss and we made him deleted 41 and we still undefeated Get on the scene, make it hotter than phoenix Michael Jackson, she want me to beat it She a baddie and shorty conceited I told her I love her, but I do not mean it I be geekin’, I only see red She like ”Jenny, you know that—” And you know that I’ma keep me a tool It stay right by my side, call me Nicki Minaj, damn Think he tough, now he in a garage Rollin’ up while she give a massage I’m too active, I turn up the spot He think he tough, he got sold in the block Please don’t try to be somethin’ you not I’m like a cheff and I’m stirrin’ the— If he think he a demon, we ain’t showin’ no sympathy Like, damn, bullets is slippery I told niggas to get out the way You and yo’ homie get shot in the face I be geekin’, you cannot get rid of me Shorty be tweakin’ and knock off— If you not 41, better stay in your place Like, call me Tay-K, I’m runnin’ the race [Part IV – 30] [Intro: Kyle Richh] Glah Glah [Verse: Kyle Richh] With a thirty, I feel like the man I do not fight, so don’t come with a poke Like don’t lack, this shit no joke Too many guns, I don’t know where to blow Like, try to run, that’s a ticket to death My bitch a baddie, she click it the best Like, she a freak, put the dick in her face Oot at his feet, make him pick up the pace Roll off a thottie, that shit got me laced Like, I be buggin’, don’t know how to act What? Everything shot, no dap Shorty a thottie, I’m all in her back Like, ayo, touch, shit got a kick Like, beam on the blick, can’t miss He not a shooter, he oot in my spliff Like, keep a Lilo, I cannot get Stich He dead, tell by the twitch Free my brothers, I know they won’t snitch Like, like, what? I’ma get strange Ooter got aim, like limitless range Like, please do not get me upset My bitch a baddie, she click it the best, damn Like, what? Like, what? Bitch, glah, glah, glah [Part V – War Freestyle] [Intro: Tata] Glah (Chee on the beat) Glah, glah [Verse: Tata] Oh he want war? Let’s do it Man, that nigga a bitch, I see through him They know Mikey a demon, he ready I pass him the knocker and brodie gon’ what? They know my body, the knock on my body She be fiendin’ to suck on my body Nigga a dummy, can’t go out like who? Everything deady nigga, who gon’—? Everything dead, put the dot on his chest Only head shots, don’t invest in a— Aim like a cop, goin’ ku with the tech Catch him and cut him and put out his chest They know I’m a stepper They can’t step with me, big 41, I know I can’t get stopped Jerry my brother, he throw up the dub If I say, ”Oot that nigga” He gon’ flock Don’t be a dummy and die wit ya’ knocks He ain’t tough, only tough with his knocks Please don’t run, two beams on the Glock Bad lil’ bitch, got aim like a— Walk in the party, they bitch on my body That’s probably why niggas don’t like me It get scary, I put on my Shiesty I don’t politic, please don’t write me Way too oppy, how can I lack? Ballin’ on court, but these niggas is trash It gon’ get scary, I pass it to Cash Ain’t no hesi’, she a ooter like what? Know I’ma bug out, I’ma spazz When the opps playin’ defence, they lack She call me daddy, I am not her dad .40 gon’ hit him, make his mama sad, bitch Bro totin’ on KD, I’m totin’ on Jackie Big 4-1, gang’nem jack me When I see the opps, I get happy Lato got the ‘lato, Jenny got the gat Shorty a demon, I pass her the knocker Keep my gun, I ain’t goin’ out sadly Don’t know who did it, I don’t know who shot him He got a head tap, I was cappy, bitch [Outro: Tata, Kyle Richh & Jenn Carter] Everything dead 4-1 shots to the head like damn All the opps is dead Dead, dead, dead Dead, dead, dead It’s Carter, dickhead] |
Common queries
- Who produced the lyrics for Cypher Freestyle?
This lirics prodiucer by 083Chee, 24MMY, zionthebeat, Reimas & ChrisSaves.
- What is the name of the person who wrote this song? Cypher Freestyle
Cypher Freestyle lyrics is written by Tata, Jenn Carter, Kyle Richh & 2ForDog
- Whose lyrics are featured in Cypher Freestyle?
The lyrics featured in Cypher Freestyle belong to Tata & Kyle RichhThe featured artist in the song Cypher Freestyle is Tata & Kyle Richh
