Off Deze Freestyle
Bitch I'm ready
My Flow so deadly
Bodied this beat go get a hefty
Nut in her mouth if she Let me
Surprise! Ouu! Confetti
My dawgs are ready
My dawgs been ready!
Quick Shoot they don't hesi
We don't talk on the Celly
You need something? Meet me at the Deli
I'm on my way don't play wit the fetty
You Dirty negas... still smoke Reggie
Nasty wit 16's
R Kelly
Speaking of 16's god bless me
Beef wit trini they had machetes
That's that Pancetta cubetti
What can you tell me
What can you tell me
There's not a single dream you sell me
Can't Comparee
New flavor in ya ear
Bitch you that I'm rare!
Bumping Brookz tubicious
Bitches By the pair
Cheers they asses in the air
But my tongue don't go there too
Tel these Rappers I crush bones I ain't Never scared
Lost my v card on stairs
So you know down anywhere
She never missed a day of work
This Dick uh fuck up your career
Day 1 fit got me fly like a lair
Pineapples in my ears
Stop and stare
If it don't come wit a check you won't see me there!
Bitch I'm cool!
Other side of pilllow
Stackin Up dat Dinero
Give a fuck how these hating negas feel tho
Shots make em do the heel toe
Raw and fanto yea I Let it burn real slow
I roll Up like Armadillos
You know the deal hoe
Go down whip ya head back and forth young willow
Thought I was done na bitch I'm back
Hit this blunt and relax
Kill this shit Every line you hear feels it's a punch from Jax
That's a fact I Ima lay ya girl down after I lay this track
She remind me of a jazz
All she do is blow sacks
Na I'm not Letting up
Hoe! So Pack it up
Y'all negas regular I'm spectacular
Saw me wit frost so hoe wanna Mac wit us
I Hit the floss like that kid wit the backpack
Fuck all my ex's that keep poppin up
Use to have braids everyone said i should lock it up
Dick is a messs that's why they wanna Mop it up
People's s champ they wanna rock wit us
They front on you but they run the track for us
They'll fly across the map for us
Light up pulled up in the Tesla that shit was in back of us
(Click click) fuck all you rappers that keep acting tuff
Think my name Juvenile how these hoes back it up
Spray cans they ain't tagging stuff
Sport a dad hat if they ever say I'm capping bruh
My Flow so deadly
Bodied this beat go get a hefty
Nut in her mouth if she Let me
Surprise! Ouu! Confetti
My dawgs are ready
My dawgs been ready!
Quick Shoot they don't hesi
We don't talk on the Celly
You need something? Meet me at the Deli
I'm on my way don't play wit the fetty
You Dirty negas... still smoke Reggie
Nasty wit 16's
R Kelly
Speaking of 16's god bless me
Beef wit trini they had machetes
That's that Pancetta cubetti
What can you tell me
What can you tell me
There's not a single dream you sell me
Can't Comparee
New flavor in ya ear
Bitch you that I'm rare!
Bumping Brookz tubicious
Bitches By the pair
Cheers they asses in the air
But my tongue don't go there too
Tel these Rappers I crush bones I ain't Never scared
Lost my v card on stairs
So you know down anywhere
She never missed a day of work
This Dick uh fuck up your career
Day 1 fit got me fly like a lair
Pineapples in my ears
Stop and stare
If it don't come wit a check you won't see me there!
Bitch I'm cool!
Other side of pilllow
Stackin Up dat Dinero
Give a fuck how these hating negas feel tho
Shots make em do the heel toe
Raw and fanto yea I Let it burn real slow
I roll Up like Armadillos
You know the deal hoe
Go down whip ya head back and forth young willow
Thought I was done na bitch I'm back
Hit this blunt and relax
Kill this shit Every line you hear feels it's a punch from Jax
That's a fact I Ima lay ya girl down after I lay this track
She remind me of a jazz
All she do is blow sacks
Na I'm not Letting up
Hoe! So Pack it up
Y'all negas regular I'm spectacular
Saw me wit frost so hoe wanna Mac wit us
I Hit the floss like that kid wit the backpack
Fuck all my ex's that keep poppin up
Use to have braids everyone said i should lock it up
Dick is a messs that's why they wanna Mop it up
People's s champ they wanna rock wit us
They front on you but they run the track for us
They'll fly across the map for us
Light up pulled up in the Tesla that shit was in back of us
(Click click) fuck all you rappers that keep acting tuff
Think my name Juvenile how these hoes back it up
Spray cans they ain't tagging stuff
Sport a dad hat if they ever say I'm capping bruh
Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Ferdinand
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