Impatient Freestyle
Shout out to the gang yo
R.i.p. to my niggas
Shout out to my niggas that be drillin' shit
Free my niggas in the field that was us
R.i.p. to my niggas I can't see no more
Gang with this generation now it can't be no more gang
Long nights we was trippin' in them projects
Took a minute but we made it out the projects
My hood love me so my niggas I can't let 'em down
I'm that nigga that you heard it from word of mouth
Real nigga I'll show you what you doing wrong
Victoria secret I put you in a Louis thong
Yeah, baby that's that boss up
All these bitches ran through, they be tossed up
Why these bitches in they feelings like they lightskin?
But she just left ten bands on my nightstand
No friends, just a Glock, that's my right hand
Sneak dissin' 'til we hop up out that white van
Yeah, bitch, you can't play me
Struggle hard in these streets really made me
Don't get picked off, my brother playin' safety
We gon' keep it low-key like I'm Haiti
Niggas ain't know me, I ain't even make it
Fourth and ten so you know I'm 'bout to take it
And could you tell me why these hoes so basic?
Money made, lil bitch, I'm money making
Never feed into these lies and these bitches
Cameras on, so I know the feds listenin'
Never feed into these lies and these bitches
Cameras on, so I know the feds listenin', ayy
Céline bag, I'll put you in them Christians
Hundred dollar steaks, bitch, we Ruth Chris-in'
So much blue bills, think a nigga crippin'
Mama worried, she just worried how I'm livin'
To keep it real with you, baby, I can't tell the truth
If it's dreams to be sold, I can sell it too
I wanna get rich, now tell me, what you wanna do?
Take you out that Honda, girl, and put you in a coupe
Yeah, I heard you wanna win and to never lose
Fuckin' with them lame niggas, that's the outcome
I'm only rollin' with some niggas tryna down some'
Couple winners on them cases so they found some'
You ain't ridin' for yourself, that's a head shot
How you niggas say y'all shootin' but send leg shots?
Never personal, it's never nothin' like that
Blue strips out your bitch and give it right back
Sucker niggas down the street, heard they hate me
I think they mad 'cause they brodie died
Speakin' on me to these bitches, I ain't even mad
Instead of feelings, I'm just gettin' to that fuckin' bag
Lurkin' on me, baby girl, might get your feelings hurt
I can't even lie to you, I be feelin' hurt
Yeah, I be feelin' hurt
I can't even lie to you, I be feelin' hurt
Man, tell brodie pour up that dark shit
Threes and twenties, all that shit
Free the home team, RIP to the gang, you feel me?
All that shit
Ayy, bosses don't brag, gangsters don't advertise
You feel me?
Pay me in bands
Ask your bitch, she'll tell you
Ayy, all you niggas get out your feelings too, all that internet thuggin'
We gon' pop out
Killing's got to be accepted
Murder was the only way that everyone stayed in line
R.i.p. to my niggas
Shout out to my niggas that be drillin' shit
Free my niggas in the field that was us
R.i.p. to my niggas I can't see no more
Gang with this generation now it can't be no more gang
Long nights we was trippin' in them projects
Took a minute but we made it out the projects
My hood love me so my niggas I can't let 'em down
I'm that nigga that you heard it from word of mouth
Real nigga I'll show you what you doing wrong
Victoria secret I put you in a Louis thong
Yeah, baby that's that boss up
All these bitches ran through, they be tossed up
Why these bitches in they feelings like they lightskin?
But she just left ten bands on my nightstand
No friends, just a Glock, that's my right hand
Sneak dissin' 'til we hop up out that white van
Yeah, bitch, you can't play me
Struggle hard in these streets really made me
Don't get picked off, my brother playin' safety
We gon' keep it low-key like I'm Haiti
Niggas ain't know me, I ain't even make it
Fourth and ten so you know I'm 'bout to take it
And could you tell me why these hoes so basic?
Money made, lil bitch, I'm money making
Never feed into these lies and these bitches
Cameras on, so I know the feds listenin'
Never feed into these lies and these bitches
Cameras on, so I know the feds listenin', ayy
Céline bag, I'll put you in them Christians
Hundred dollar steaks, bitch, we Ruth Chris-in'
So much blue bills, think a nigga crippin'
Mama worried, she just worried how I'm livin'
To keep it real with you, baby, I can't tell the truth
If it's dreams to be sold, I can sell it too
I wanna get rich, now tell me, what you wanna do?
Take you out that Honda, girl, and put you in a coupe
Yeah, I heard you wanna win and to never lose
Fuckin' with them lame niggas, that's the outcome
I'm only rollin' with some niggas tryna down some'
Couple winners on them cases so they found some'
You ain't ridin' for yourself, that's a head shot
How you niggas say y'all shootin' but send leg shots?
Never personal, it's never nothin' like that
Blue strips out your bitch and give it right back
Sucker niggas down the street, heard they hate me
I think they mad 'cause they brodie died
Speakin' on me to these bitches, I ain't even mad
Instead of feelings, I'm just gettin' to that fuckin' bag
Lurkin' on me, baby girl, might get your feelings hurt
I can't even lie to you, I be feelin' hurt
Yeah, I be feelin' hurt
I can't even lie to you, I be feelin' hurt
Man, tell brodie pour up that dark shit
Threes and twenties, all that shit
Free the home team, RIP to the gang, you feel me?
All that shit
Ayy, bosses don't brag, gangsters don't advertise
You feel me?
Pay me in bands
Ask your bitch, she'll tell you
Ayy, all you niggas get out your feelings too, all that internet thuggin'
We gon' pop out
Killing's got to be accepted
Murder was the only way that everyone stayed in line
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Writer(s): Laprell Domnik Gilton
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