Wild Freestyle
Gas tank full
Half gallon full of 18
Dude keep talkin
But he ain't gonna fake me
Grind til I bleed
Broke joker angry
Payin tickets
And lame wanna hate me
Fuck you think
I'm payin your shit fo'
Team player
And a mother fuckin' nympho
Do anything for my
Mutha fuckin kinfolk
A bitch got it
Then none of us here broke
Talkin sideways
Will make me punch throats
Comin at you
With knees and elbows
Goin hard
Might break the fuckin window
Pay the bill
Then a bitch gone go ghost
Disrespect gone
Make me fall back
Too grown to be dealin
With all that
Keep on wondering
Where I got these bars at
Been writin
since uniforms way back
Keep switching
Up my flow
Let's just see
How hard I go
Juggin through the Struggle
Is all I know
Pain is what
Has made me grow
Blastin' through
These walls they've built
Workin through
This misplaced guilt
Tainted love
Like flowers wilt
Ninja on the track
This beat is kilt
Fuck what you though
Mouth poppin heat
Words be the burner
Let's take it to the streets
Only chill with lesbians
And assholes
These weak bitches
Can't have those
We creepin'
We grab bows
My last dude
He mad bro
Pushin it whippin it
Driving these miles
Until this gasket blew
Throw it aside
Grab somethin new
Whippin somethin different every Time they see me
Never mind be easy
Chilling workin hard
Bussin out these hours
Woke 39 at a time
Makin sure the work is through
Popping bottles on the nights off
Working hard can pay off
Make sure your grind is true
Workin for fam and fun
Work until the job is done
Sinkin shots
Nights off
Makers got me feelin made
Got blunts
Blast off
Shots taken from the bottle
No mix
I win never chase
At the front of the pack
Never looking back
I'm on mine
End-ur-ance I'll never lack
Get out my face
Step back
Ahh
Fuck what you though
Mouth poppin heat
Words be the burner
Let's take it to the streets
Only chill with lesbians
And assholes
These weak bitches
Can't have those
We creepin
We grab bows
My last dude
He mad bro
Be whippin it
Flippin it
Scale
We tippin it
Ego so big
A pussy not
Fittin it
Never not gettin it
That Makers
We sippin it
And bout to grab
Another bag tho
But a bitch hatin
On ME
A dude eatin for
FREE
Workin til the day is done
Only kiss my daughters to sleep
I spar bitch
Be on guard bitch
Shots comin out
The car bitch
Flow a bar bitch
If you hard bitch
That shit ain't
Up to par bitch
Fuck what you thought
Mouth poppin that heat
Words be the burner
Let's take it to the streets
Only chill with lesbians
And assholes
These weak bitches
Can't have those
We creepin
We grab bows
My last dude
He mad bro
Half gallon full of 18
Dude keep talkin
But he ain't gonna fake me
Grind til I bleed
Broke joker angry
Payin tickets
And lame wanna hate me
Fuck you think
I'm payin your shit fo'
Team player
And a mother fuckin' nympho
Do anything for my
Mutha fuckin kinfolk
A bitch got it
Then none of us here broke
Talkin sideways
Will make me punch throats
Comin at you
With knees and elbows
Goin hard
Might break the fuckin window
Pay the bill
Then a bitch gone go ghost
Disrespect gone
Make me fall back
Too grown to be dealin
With all that
Keep on wondering
Where I got these bars at
Been writin
since uniforms way back
Keep switching
Up my flow
Let's just see
How hard I go
Juggin through the Struggle
Is all I know
Pain is what
Has made me grow
Blastin' through
These walls they've built
Workin through
This misplaced guilt
Tainted love
Like flowers wilt
Ninja on the track
This beat is kilt
Fuck what you though
Mouth poppin heat
Words be the burner
Let's take it to the streets
Only chill with lesbians
And assholes
These weak bitches
Can't have those
We creepin'
We grab bows
My last dude
He mad bro
Pushin it whippin it
Driving these miles
Until this gasket blew
Throw it aside
Grab somethin new
Whippin somethin different every Time they see me
Never mind be easy
Chilling workin hard
Bussin out these hours
Woke 39 at a time
Makin sure the work is through
Popping bottles on the nights off
Working hard can pay off
Make sure your grind is true
Workin for fam and fun
Work until the job is done
Sinkin shots
Nights off
Makers got me feelin made
Got blunts
Blast off
Shots taken from the bottle
No mix
I win never chase
At the front of the pack
Never looking back
I'm on mine
End-ur-ance I'll never lack
Get out my face
Step back
Ahh
Fuck what you though
Mouth poppin heat
Words be the burner
Let's take it to the streets
Only chill with lesbians
And assholes
These weak bitches
Can't have those
We creepin
We grab bows
My last dude
He mad bro
Be whippin it
Flippin it
Scale
We tippin it
Ego so big
A pussy not
Fittin it
Never not gettin it
That Makers
We sippin it
And bout to grab
Another bag tho
But a bitch hatin
On ME
A dude eatin for
FREE
Workin til the day is done
Only kiss my daughters to sleep
I spar bitch
Be on guard bitch
Shots comin out
The car bitch
Flow a bar bitch
If you hard bitch
That shit ain't
Up to par bitch
Fuck what you thought
Mouth poppin that heat
Words be the burner
Let's take it to the streets
Only chill with lesbians
And assholes
These weak bitches
Can't have those
We creepin
We grab bows
My last dude
He mad bro
Credits
Writer(s): Jade Burdgick
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