G4'z Freestyle

I walk in the bank right
And the accountant ask me how I want my check broke down
I said fk it
Give me all tens
I'm still going in
Production shot downtown By Torrey
Coming up in STL
I got some fd up crazy stories
Errtime I shoot my shot
I swish that st
Like Robert Horry
This st had to be God plan
I'm glad my mama ain't abort me
Pull up
Hop out
Chea
Bh I'm on one
Don't fk with snitches, liars, thieves
Hell no
I don't condone none
I like fifty's, twenty's and tens
But I'm in love with hun duns
Promise when it come to that smoke lil bh you do not want none
I ain't the bangers but on my soul you run up gone get done up
All that acting tough thinking you gangster
No sir burr
You not one
Mad cause I'm knee deep in my bag
I still a mollywhop one of you sneak dissing hs lame as hell like hot 104.1
They like Goonie did it again
She Pulled up Beamer, magnum, Benz
I can't trust nobody so fk naw I don't need no friends
I just lay low
Stack up this bread
Apply more pressure
Step on necks
So certified
Heard I'm up next
They compare me to Tokyo Jets



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Writer(s): Arielle Moore
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