FreeStyle

It ain't even much, but we still bring it madness, like a regular Glock I let it pop
And glitches shoot the fastest, you can't hop up in his whip
We tryna score, we need a basket, fresh as fuck inside his casket
He got buried, I was laughing, but all my niggas savage

They pop up like who the kill, stretching them, care who you kill
He fuck with them, so scoop the kill, shoot shit like whoop his will
We playing ball, it's super real, make him fall, computer kill
We see his ass, gon' shoot his grill, pop up off that track

They hearing shots, they falling back, and they all got straps
And talk that shit, why they ain't throwing back
Win this up, no way, no going down, blow until we flat
Me and my niggas in competition, snatching niggas' hat

Yeah, out here we be balling, shooting shit, ain't talking spartan
When we come through, niggas falling, bullets got these niggas coughing
When we catch them, niggas pausing, spin they Glock and we gon' off him
Know we clapping shit, that's often when we bounce out, we just toss up

Fuck all them niggas, said that it was up with us
Nigga ain't no touching none, if you know us, ain't ducking none
That bitch weak, don't fuck with her, and this the reach, I'm fucking her
Bitch get chill, she's tough as fuck, she run her mouth, I'm plucking her

Uh, yeah, uh, real life shit, she gon' stay with me and love me
I got real life dick, think about touching me, it's up to me
Real life split, we do real life hits, we fall, we real life hit, bitch