J.I.D – Cludder Freestyle (Audio, Lyrics)

J.I.D - Cludder Freestyle (prod. Nice Rec & Christo)

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J.I.D recently unveiled the “Cludder Freestyle”. Listen, stream., buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Nice Rec & Christo.

J.i.d Cludder Freestyle
J.i.d Cludder Freestyle

The Dreamville squad has been dropping nothing but heat since their inception and at this point, there are a few projects from the camp that we’re waiting on. Of course, J. Cole is among those that we hope to arrive before the year comes to a close. However, J.I.D has fans eagerly awaiting the next project. He’s made a few appearances over the months on some stand-out cuts and arguably had some of the best performances on ROTD3.

The rapper returned at the wee hours of the morning with a brand new loosie for the world to rock with on this fine Sunday morning. “Cludder Freestyle,” produced by Christo and Nice Rec, showcases J.I.D’s intricate verse structure and sharp penmanship skills as he rips through the smooth production with ease.

J.I.D – Cludder Freestyle (prod. Nice Rec & Christo)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, see what the fuck I’m sayin’? See what I’m sayin’?

[Verse 1]
Look nigga, don’t talk about style cause I violate
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me, for I annihilate

Let the gun sound, drum sound, then sirens play
How many caskets can niggas buy today? Trap boom
Fuck the classroom, shawty said he got a tassle
In the street cause in school he only trap by the bathroom
Sellin’ weed, grassroots, and some pill capsules
Plus he get money on pad with the mask like raccoons, they scavenging
They ain’t dribblin’, they travelin’
They ain’t civil, they savages
Wrist little, they shootin’ like Shawn Marion accurate
Baggin’ shit, shit bag, body bag, bad shit happenin’
Bad men, bullets rackin’ like batman, that’s past tense
Boy, you’re dumb, you your daddy son never had shit
Lil’ bad kid tryna act big, I send him home with an ass kickin’ and an aspirin
Stick to the rap shit, they bustin’ their gun, but only in adlibs
I know what the facts is, they really ain’t bustin’ the packages down
I put your hand and hand, they got to plan to find me out
Niggas’ll wrap saran, we on yo’ lass around your house
Nigga not from my man he down and bad, he down and out
Nigga be tryna laugh, we knock the gram from out your mouth

[Chorus]
I’m up when the sun down
I sleep with my heart don’t pound
I’m off the ground
You quit fuckin’ with my bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Uh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Uh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Uh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Uh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Check it dawg, check it, uh, look
I’m tired all the fuckin’ talk about, what you talkin’ about
Talkin’ to them, I snatchin’ yo tongue out your fuckin’ mouth
Pop said “Be silent and observe”, two ears and one mouth
And nigga got it for a purpose, gon’ pop that pussy
Baby, you got it for a purpose, I know I just got off-topic
I just had to insert it ’cause I’m a pervert
Any ways worth, I’m still broke as a fuck
My big homie just passed, he was young and not old enough
To not be bumpin’ [?] box Chevy [?]
[?] down the block, fuck a tall bitch, ’til she knock kneed
What you not gon’ do is sit and say that you got me
‘Cause when a nigga had fell, it’s cause ‘people had dropped me, ah
Never trust a nigga sayin’ “Trust me”
Be stupid to trust a bitch, the only time she love me is when we fuckin’
The truth will come out the closet all dirty and dusty
But the real nigga can’t get touched by Sandusky
Dodge your stampede on the scene, Jumanji run up on it, I promise he end up runnin’
Fuck a runner, run a check
Still checkin’ my balance to pay my mama debt
I ain’t quite fulfilled my promise yet
And I didn’t finish college, but it wasn’t time for that
But I got the A in vagina head
And I’m from the A like Simon Says
Everybody do the same shit, except for JID
Now the only problem is

[Chorus]
I’m up when the sun down
I sleep with my heart don’t pound
I’m off the ground
You quit fuckin’ with my bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, oh

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