1 Minute Freestyle, Pt. 4
Nigga on the net typing saying that he trappin lil boy need to stop with the cap
Bitch im slidin when i come thru they aint know what happen knock a nigga block off the map
Get hit with that stick like mureal
Run up on me nigga thats where im leaving you
Sneak dissin til i pop out like peek a boo
Bullets burn em like a grill they not eatable
Yeah bitch huh plug cant serve me til im smellin the pack
You steal from me im gone do a nigga jimmy johnson im gone put shells in his back
Bitch you respectin a rat
These niggas mice bitch im checkin my trap
Was broke as fuck if i aint have it i took it
Alot of niggas speak that crack but aint cooked it
Feeling like baby nigga im the truth
I turned to a beast some nights aint have no food
The sign say no guns allowed i got the duece
His crew is a lick duck duck goose
I cannot dap you nigga you a lame
Big smoke niggas follow the train
Them bullets gone clog his blood like a drain
Run up on me send you back where you came from
High as fuck fell asleep woke up to the same blunt
When i make it niggas wont have me shakin aint walkin round with my chain tucked
Niggas trip and get flip like a quarter
Sent a hit i just put in a order
You your daddy son but act like his daughter
Gas tasting like a peace like georgia
Bitch im slidin when i come thru they aint know what happen knock a nigga block off the map
Get hit with that stick like mureal
Run up on me nigga thats where im leaving you
Sneak dissin til i pop out like peek a boo
Bullets burn em like a grill they not eatable
Yeah bitch huh plug cant serve me til im smellin the pack
You steal from me im gone do a nigga jimmy johnson im gone put shells in his back
Bitch you respectin a rat
These niggas mice bitch im checkin my trap
Was broke as fuck if i aint have it i took it
Alot of niggas speak that crack but aint cooked it
Feeling like baby nigga im the truth
I turned to a beast some nights aint have no food
The sign say no guns allowed i got the duece
His crew is a lick duck duck goose
I cannot dap you nigga you a lame
Big smoke niggas follow the train
Them bullets gone clog his blood like a drain
Run up on me send you back where you came from
High as fuck fell asleep woke up to the same blunt
When i make it niggas wont have me shakin aint walkin round with my chain tucked
Niggas trip and get flip like a quarter
Sent a hit i just put in a order
You your daddy son but act like his daughter
Gas tasting like a peace like georgia
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Writer(s): Culdesac Macc
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