Two Takes Freestyle
Ugh
K-I-N-G-M-O-N-E bitch
I'm in this bitch smoking gas right now
Thumbin through them bands
(Load it up)
Ugh
Aye
Sheww, sheww, sheww
Aye
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Aye
Woke up early countin
I'm tryna run up a million quick
Niggas talkin crazy
Don't play with me, I'm your nemesis
Hit him with this 30
I guarantee finna split some shit
Smokin out the pound
And I'm rolling up, finna blow a zip
Countin up these chicken
I got the blue hundos in my roll
But I like them 20s
I'm Crippin, you know I've been a Loc
Nigga talkin crazy, get stabbed
We poked him with the folk
Shout out to my G's
They rollin, throwin up big pitchfork
Niggas really be fakin
My nigga pop out like cut, no bacon
Nigga want some smoke
We crazy, you know my shooters shady
Hittem with that 30, multiply turned into an 80
Bitch I'm out here trappin
I turned 20 into an 80
Bitch I'm flippin
Out here pushin pack just like the 80s
Got all these extended magazines
Just like the Navy
Bitch I'm rollin
Check out all my clothes, I'm draped in Navy
Nigga wanna play me
Bust him down and go and buy Mercedes,Ugh
Bitch I'm hot as hell
I feel like I came from Spain, Aye
I don't know these niggas
But I know, they know my name, Aye
Sippin Actavist, no no
That's gone fuck up my brain, Aye
Rollin up all this gas pack
It make me feel the same
Good kush pack, Aye
Bitch we got them strands, Aye
I ain't finna play with niggas
They know I ain't playin, Aye
Runnin up them knots
You know I'm tryin get them bands, Aye
Started with a QP
Then I turnt it into 10, Aye
They ain't really trappin nigga
Go and tell a friend
If you check my phone, you see that goin
Miss calls, I got 10
Nigga tryna play with Mone
But we won't play again, Aye
Free my nigga Fattz
He got 4 years left in that pen, Aye
Rest in peace my brother
We miss you, wish we could come and get you
If a nigga trippin
I guarantee then he comin with you
Nigga want some smoke
Play with Mone, then I'm finna kill him
Bitch I'm off of instinct
Don't pop no molly, that shit be tripping
We don't do no drugs
Nigga we just be smokin gas
I'll be runnin up
100 rounds tucked up in the mag
Niggas actin crazy
I hope that lil niggas run fast
Hittem in his back
Like Ricky, when we do that
Spazz on any beat
I'm a boss, i ain't gotta write shit
You know that I'm Crippin
My flag is on the left bitch
Who is these lil niggas
I guarantee, I don't know bitch
Oh shit
Oh oh shit
K-I-N-G-M-O-N-E bitch
I'm in this bitch smoking gas right now
Thumbin through them bands
(Load it up)
Ugh
Aye
Sheww, sheww, sheww
Aye
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Aye
Woke up early countin
I'm tryna run up a million quick
Niggas talkin crazy
Don't play with me, I'm your nemesis
Hit him with this 30
I guarantee finna split some shit
Smokin out the pound
And I'm rolling up, finna blow a zip
Countin up these chicken
I got the blue hundos in my roll
But I like them 20s
I'm Crippin, you know I've been a Loc
Nigga talkin crazy, get stabbed
We poked him with the folk
Shout out to my G's
They rollin, throwin up big pitchfork
Niggas really be fakin
My nigga pop out like cut, no bacon
Nigga want some smoke
We crazy, you know my shooters shady
Hittem with that 30, multiply turned into an 80
Bitch I'm out here trappin
I turned 20 into an 80
Bitch I'm flippin
Out here pushin pack just like the 80s
Got all these extended magazines
Just like the Navy
Bitch I'm rollin
Check out all my clothes, I'm draped in Navy
Nigga wanna play me
Bust him down and go and buy Mercedes,Ugh
Bitch I'm hot as hell
I feel like I came from Spain, Aye
I don't know these niggas
But I know, they know my name, Aye
Sippin Actavist, no no
That's gone fuck up my brain, Aye
Rollin up all this gas pack
It make me feel the same
Good kush pack, Aye
Bitch we got them strands, Aye
I ain't finna play with niggas
They know I ain't playin, Aye
Runnin up them knots
You know I'm tryin get them bands, Aye
Started with a QP
Then I turnt it into 10, Aye
They ain't really trappin nigga
Go and tell a friend
If you check my phone, you see that goin
Miss calls, I got 10
Nigga tryna play with Mone
But we won't play again, Aye
Free my nigga Fattz
He got 4 years left in that pen, Aye
Rest in peace my brother
We miss you, wish we could come and get you
If a nigga trippin
I guarantee then he comin with you
Nigga want some smoke
Play with Mone, then I'm finna kill him
Bitch I'm off of instinct
Don't pop no molly, that shit be tripping
We don't do no drugs
Nigga we just be smokin gas
I'll be runnin up
100 rounds tucked up in the mag
Niggas actin crazy
I hope that lil niggas run fast
Hittem in his back
Like Ricky, when we do that
Spazz on any beat
I'm a boss, i ain't gotta write shit
You know that I'm Crippin
My flag is on the left bitch
Who is these lil niggas
I guarantee, I don't know bitch
Oh shit
Oh oh shit
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Writer(s): Martell Walker
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