Freestyle

Yeah
You know gang gang since potty train all that shit there you already know what
the fuck I’ma say, you know, I’m bout to have fun on this tho watch this look
Stick pokin'
That’s my extra leg
If I shoot you with this bitch
You gon' be extra dead
Your bitch suck my dick so good
Like she gotta extra head
I’m bout to go retarded
Bitch special ed
I see her lookin' choosy
Her boyfriend witta goofy
She off a pill movie
I got her wet jacuzzi
Guess what I got?! Coochie
I’m in my mode groovy
Bitches say I’m boujee
Bitch I’ma dog Scooby
By diamonds hit Bruce Lee
I shitted on them dookie
Whats that on your hip?
Umm, if you ain’t gon rat-a-touille
I brought so much Gucci
They might try to sue me
Your bitch talk like she knew me
She wanna fuck groupie
You tryna get laid
I’m tryna get paid
Bitch I been the man
I ran my school in 5th grade (facts)
We don’t fuck with niggas they got bitch ways
We ain’t tryna kick it word from the sensei
They’ll talk behind your back
Then try to shake your hand
What the fuck they talkin' bout
I don’t comprehend
Why do niggas hate so much?
I don’t understand
I pop yellow bars and some perc
But I’m not a Lakers fan
I like all white faces bitch I’m not a racist man
Run up on me wrong you gon' be a faceless man
You bring my name up to niggas they gon' say I hate the man
Fuck that you ain’t standin' on your business then you ain’t a man
«Duck they talkin' bout you once again»
«Umm, so»
«You don’t get upset when niggas do that»?
«No, I just went a brought my moms another car»
«Yea, I know»
«And you see that envelope»
«Yup»
«Then you know I ain’t broke»
Hahahaha, why you laughin'?
Cuz niggaz jokes
I was fucked up before but shit not no mo
Member all them times that I had to kick the door
Bitch we keep them skrrt on us
Niggas don’t want smoke
Put 300 in the stash that’s my side money
Niggas talkin' about a bunch of shit that I don’t find funny
Sick n tired of niggas lying on me
Shit even gave the Rollie away cuz I got tired of it, yeah
If they say I flexed on them I did
Bitch this grown man business
You a kid
You act like a bitch we gon' split your wig
They don’t know what I do they don’t know what I did
This shit didn’t come easy this shit took some years
Had to shed some blood had to shed some tears
Bitch I’m cold hearted I don’t have a fear
You ain’t talkin' money I’m not tryna hear
All that blah blah blah
Bitch you hurt my ears
Duck ain’t gettin money
Fuck outta here
Who the fuck told you that
You can’t be serious
Like nah forreal!