Young Ev Freestyle

In the back of the back of the ghost bro, hit my jack for a sack of the smoke, but
I'ma hit him when I'm back at the bridge, when I'm back at the crib
Roll a sack of the piff we can match on it
Got a strap on my hip for the rats, tryna diss bitch, bet I won't miss
Run in your crib, don't give me shit, bitch, run your shit like, uh, ayy, ayy,

Real life situations, get real hype and you might catch a facelift, talk hype on the mic like he was the greatest, make you lie where your grave is, sleepin' with the crayfish, Amen

At his head, try to run, hit your leg with the lead in a sec, we all go through your pockets while you layin' their dead, leave you layin' that slept, ain't worried about a fed

We gon' find out where you live, whether it's your pops or your mom's house, slide out, then hide out, pull the 9 out, hit him two times, same spot, middle of the eyebrows, uh,

Now it's curtains, he's hurtin', now it's urgent, we have an emergency, get
high above the surface, stay burnin' like a furnace, let my worries be

Stay focused on the bankroll, tryna get the pesos, put my mixtape on, two more to wait on, if you ever rob me
I'ma get the fair one, or get you fuckin' popped like a Faygo, ayo,
I'ma show you a-holes that you ain't dope, thirteen, tryna make dough, sellin dank smoke fourteen, fifteen
sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, still put the same role, uh,

Get you wrapped like an egg roll
I don't play hoe, i just wait for a say-so, get you wacked then I lay low Bullets the size of baseballs, give him twenty-four, no Pedro, I go ape mode free my bro Peso Pak, he was
strapped with a strap, robbed a cat for a half of the pack, and some cash and I have seen dope boys turn to broke boys fast

Real quick, can you feel this, real shit that I deal with every day is some ill shit, seen fiends get real sick, tweak real quick, not me
I'ma be in the building, gotta eat, gotta kill shit, real rich in a millions, spittin' real shit, don't trip, cause my tunes for the goons in the room, that'll shoot that'll boot that's the people that I chill with, huh

Mblock we some fools, fear the worst when we come through,
What's up, dude, we spark kids first, so we aren't gettin hurt, best believe that we jump too
Told you I got a dumb crew, talk shit, tell us come through, swear to God, we'll run through, your whole crew, once you get stomped too
lose your front tooth I'ma really get you gone like a bun that we move

In the back of the back of the ghost, bro, hit my jack for a sack of the smoke, but
I'ma hit him when I'm back at the bridge, when I'm back at the crib
Roll a sack of the piff, we can
match on it
Got a strap on my hip, for the rats, tryna diss bitch, bet I won't miss
Run in your crib, don't give me shit, bitch, run your shit like