Video Huey Freestyle de Asheru 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Asheru - Huey Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro: BEAR HALEY]
Evan's recording another song right now
So what I'm gonna do is just freestyle over the Boondocks shit
It's 4:45 AM, ahhh (woo)
B-Money, oh my god he's finna freestyle (you better spit these bars)
You better spit these bars
[Heart burn noises]

[Verse 1: BEAR HALEY]
Fuck good bliss, this a party for the villains
Angels over here but we just lowkey chilling
Killing, living uhh-
Life like it’s the fullest
They talking all that shit, but they on some bull shit
Watch how you talk behind that phone glass
Until karma get yo ass, now let’s have fun
Wearing fake Yeezys too show you how real I am
Never had a hit song since will.i.am
Sam I am, green eggs and ham
Sad like lamb, acting like I’m in BAM
Imma get that tan looking like Kim kardashisn
I don't care what car she dash in
Looking like Steve Lacy the way she wanted me
Count Dracula
1-2-da-3-3
Shout out to ALROY, Roy Al (Fortnite)
Battle royale
In the head (bed)
Shoot me in the head, now I’m dead
Drinking that potion, do it in slow motion
All the light skins are mad at me
'Cause I got better lotion
You ain’t better than me, I’m like a college degree (what?)
You like a PhD, a pretty huge dick (wow)
Looking like Ewrin from Billy and Mandy
Wanna be down like Brandy
Wanna be me but you can’t be
Nigga
Wha- wha- what wha- what
Wha- wha- what wha- what
[Interlude: ConradTokyo]
Ho ass nigga, bitch ass nigga
Wassup
Conrad's in the cut (What, what)
So let me show what's up (What, what, what)
Show em how we cut up get what (What, what, what, cmon)


[Verse 2: ConradTokyo]
Trashville to Brownsville
Gemstones out the dirt
Shout out my east side niggas
I ain’t talking Earl Sweatshirt
These niggas gassing me up thinking they Hitler
The juxtaposition of me and my competition makes a big difference
We all stars that connect like the Big Dipper-
Mission to intake these rhymes
Let it plummet to yo thighs
Man I, gotta get my point across, won’t parenthesize
Kill another offender like how the jakes did the king in ‘91
These dark ass times make me wanna get a gun
Grew up looking over my shoulder for the reaper
Use that ability for when I blow up
Like a creeper
You debbie downers jump ship, while I’m a believer
If y’all just bullshitting in your raps then your boy got diarrhea
It’s Poopmaneboyboy but when the opps come around it’s
Poopmaneboybye
Y’all boutta die
Look me in my eyes and you’ll become another pupil of my talents
Got balance
Niggas can’t match my prowess
On how this black boy’s raps getting sweeter
I bake MCs like Anita, I need to eliminate
Rap cash stealers
'Cause y’alls talking getting cheaper
It’s ConradTokyo, the Trashville street sweeper
[Verse 3: TLAYUDA]
Let my bitch cook for me
I need my cheese and bacon
Chasing my cheddar 'cause I need to keep heads up
Let me tell you about how I got my money up right
By finessin' these dirty looking motherfuckers
Damn right (Damn)
I hate y'all like I hate brown chicks with white guys
On top of that I hate five guys
For serving some expensive ass fries with some dirty ass buns
Fuck food overall, I don't eat at all
Bitch, I love to chase some pussy, so I'm actively chasing for you
I need some good news
Imma just diss somebody's new shoes
I roll up over the new crew
Fuck an MI M2, I need a LS-32
I ain't talking about joy cons
I'm talking about engines your daddy can't afford or
Riding in something you wish you could afford
Fuck a Honda Fit
I need a 1989 Honda Accord with a black tint on it

[Outro: TLAYUDA]
Man before you do all of that
Like, get your money up first before asking me some dumbass shit