Young Ev Freestyle Pt, 2
Coming to you live from the motherfuckin' Burgh
In the back of the back of the Ghost
Bro hit my jack for a sack of the smoke
Told him I can get that for the low
But I only sell O's and I get the whole load and shit
Eat beats like I'm starving
Smoke three G's of weed, I'm retarded
If I shoot Jesus, can't save you, dawg
That Jesus piece is my target, wait
Stir it up in the pot, wait
Water whip it to a rock, wait
Whole ounce in the dubs, wait
Point twos on the dot, ayy
Posted up on the block, ayy
Whole squad got knots, ayy
SFN to the top, wait
My gang all I got, so
I'ma ride for him all day, Kennywood
Long K in his face, bro and I bet he shook
Broad day I'll spray any day, bet, bro
He piss in his pants, yeah, I bet he would
Hit up the plug, I'm moving up
The work keep selling like he said it would
Downtown lurking, bro said I can't get a bitch, bet a penny could
Wait, I get the bands with myself
Don't need no hand or no help
I'm focused expanding my wealth
Putting damage on they health
I get the bands by myself
Don't need no hand or no help
I'm focused expanding my wealth
Putting damage on they health
I get it cracking like I'm water whipping a chicken up, up in the kitchen
I get the crack and then I let you hit it
One hit up, up and you lifted, ayy
Fuck do you mean you are not on my level boy, like I'm Wiz
I got two girls, both rich
Plus four side hoes in my dick
How many, how many, how many girls do you got, homie
I'm being loyal to six, wait
Wait, wait
I'm in the booth getting rich
Out the lot, bitch, I swerve
Top dog on this earth
She give me brain, I learn
She got a brain like a nerd
I really live what I verse
From the bridge, from the Burgh
I work hard, that's for sure
YSL my shirt
I got ten racks in the stash
Plus three checks that I ain't even cash
Like two racks just for my swag
And like 180 on my dash
I got all my haters real mad
They wanna see me doing real bad
I'm living life like a dog
Bitch, forget what happened in the past
I'm in my zone like the Mavs
Swear every single track Ima spaz
Rehearsing every single verse, till it's perfect cause if you ain't first, you last
Ayy
It's getting too easy on them Nick!
In the back of the back of the Ghost
Bro hit my jack for a sack of the smoke
Told him I can get that for the low
But I only sell O's and I get the whole load and shit
Eat beats like I'm starving
Smoke three G's of weed, I'm retarded
If I shoot Jesus, can't save you, dawg
That Jesus piece is my target, wait
Stir it up in the pot, wait
Water whip it to a rock, wait
Whole ounce in the dubs, wait
Point twos on the dot, ayy
Posted up on the block, ayy
Whole squad got knots, ayy
SFN to the top, wait
My gang all I got, so
I'ma ride for him all day, Kennywood
Long K in his face, bro and I bet he shook
Broad day I'll spray any day, bet, bro
He piss in his pants, yeah, I bet he would
Hit up the plug, I'm moving up
The work keep selling like he said it would
Downtown lurking, bro said I can't get a bitch, bet a penny could
Wait, I get the bands with myself
Don't need no hand or no help
I'm focused expanding my wealth
Putting damage on they health
I get the bands by myself
Don't need no hand or no help
I'm focused expanding my wealth
Putting damage on they health
I get it cracking like I'm water whipping a chicken up, up in the kitchen
I get the crack and then I let you hit it
One hit up, up and you lifted, ayy
Fuck do you mean you are not on my level boy, like I'm Wiz
I got two girls, both rich
Plus four side hoes in my dick
How many, how many, how many girls do you got, homie
I'm being loyal to six, wait
Wait, wait
I'm in the booth getting rich
Out the lot, bitch, I swerve
Top dog on this earth
She give me brain, I learn
She got a brain like a nerd
I really live what I verse
From the bridge, from the Burgh
I work hard, that's for sure
YSL my shirt
I got ten racks in the stash
Plus three checks that I ain't even cash
Like two racks just for my swag
And like 180 on my dash
I got all my haters real mad
They wanna see me doing real bad
I'm living life like a dog
Bitch, forget what happened in the past
I'm in my zone like the Mavs
Swear every single track Ima spaz
Rehearsing every single verse, till it's perfect cause if you ain't first, you last
Ayy
It's getting too easy on them Nick!
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Writer(s): Evan Stewart
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