Katon Raw Freestyle
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, Oh
What it do, my troop
We all up in the stu
In the coupe, you fool
We don't really want to lose
We gon' shoot these fools
Only swishes in the hoop
We runnin' this game, yeah
D-Boi don't fake, yeah
My crew got juice
Tryna skrrt up and go zoom
Switch the coupe, no rules
Throw em up to no more room
Fire tunes, we do
Make it easy, take a look
Finessin' our way, yeah
Cha gon' get paid, yeah
98 goin' All-Time
Cuz legends don't die
Dropped a dime
Got my wrist iced
But I never got time
Yeah I never got time
Bitch I never got time
When I pull up, it go (Skrrt)
Pull up on a red light
I can get you so high
Shawty looking so fine
You can meet me in LA, Tokyo, or Dubai
So now we in Osaka
Talkin' money, only yen
My diamonds lookin' icy
Winter time, Big Baller Ben
We pull up freeze the city
Call us fuckin' weathermen
Foothill mountain local
Reppin' 818 but in Japan
They call me a baker
All this bread and big Baguettes
Fitted in Balenciaga
Dropped a dime on Fendi
Woah, she gettin' finer
As we sippin' on this Henny
Imma be your trainer
Girl, I'm 'bout to make you sweaty
Cuz mama you a queen with no crown
I hustle while she bustin' it down
Lil D-Boi I'm finessin' your town
Spending Benji's like they one's
Now Imma drown
Flying out to Tokyo, we travel everywhere
Spendin' racks to buy a bag, Shibuya, yeah we there
Tennis chain on me, it shines
So I don't blame 'em when they stare
Louis fitted with Chanel, we poppin' tags on every square
Yeah this set on me, it's rare
You can't get this anywhere
And I know it isn't fair
I got your shawty in my lair
And we runnin' up the dash
While we burnin' so much cash
Yeah we gotta move it fast
Stackin' racks on racks on racks
Only here for the night, so we gotta make this quick
Got lil' baby yelling "Nani" while she movin' like a tick
I ain't here to play no games, I just hit it then I dip
I ain't here to play no games, you don't wanna see my stick
And we never hit a miss, cuz we always aim to hit
Pull up to the floor, we blast 'em with a magic trick
And my wrist on froze, yeah my rubies match the fit
And I gotta go, we hit the floor the party lit
Call me a ninja cuz I'm goin' in
Shawty Imma hit you with that mothafuckin' shuriken
I been glidin' through the night
Sippin' Henny and dirty Sprite
Johnny on the rocks
Fuck with me and meet my glock
We ain't fuckin with no Opps
Sippin' on some lean, only KK Wockhardt
Aviante on my neck, fitted up in Goyard
Got lil mama on her knees, beggin' me to go harder
Got lil mama on her knees, tellin' me to go harder (yeah)
Stackin blue strips like Doraemon, VVS my diamonds
We be on an island, smokin' gas in Thailand
Private jet we flyin', all this paper pilin'
Tokyo to Dubai, yeah
Yuh, yuh, wait- Ooh
Nah, nah, nah, wait - Ooh, Ey
Imma freestyle now, you ready
Woah, wait
Holy shit, this that mothafuckin' freestyle
Holy fuck, Imma go so hard I'm ballin' out
Holy fuck, call me Steph- nah I'm Pail
Holy fuck I got my own style now
Check me out, I'm a mothafuckin beast now
Yeah, Imma go beast mode
No James Harden shit, yo
This that PChoppa mothafuckin' flow, yo
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, Oh
What it do, my troop
We all up in the stu
In the coupe, you fool
We don't really want to lose
We gon' shoot these fools
Only swishes in the hoop
We runnin' this game, yeah
D-Boi don't fake, yeah
My crew got juice
Tryna skrrt up and go zoom
Switch the coupe, no rules
Throw em up to no more room
Fire tunes, we do
Make it easy, take a look
Finessin' our way, yeah
Cha gon' get paid, yeah
98 goin' All-Time
Cuz legends don't die
Dropped a dime
Got my wrist iced
But I never got time
Yeah I never got time
Bitch I never got time
When I pull up, it go (Skrrt)
Pull up on a red light
I can get you so high
Shawty looking so fine
You can meet me in LA, Tokyo, or Dubai
So now we in Osaka
Talkin' money, only yen
My diamonds lookin' icy
Winter time, Big Baller Ben
We pull up freeze the city
Call us fuckin' weathermen
Foothill mountain local
Reppin' 818 but in Japan
They call me a baker
All this bread and big Baguettes
Fitted in Balenciaga
Dropped a dime on Fendi
Woah, she gettin' finer
As we sippin' on this Henny
Imma be your trainer
Girl, I'm 'bout to make you sweaty
Cuz mama you a queen with no crown
I hustle while she bustin' it down
Lil D-Boi I'm finessin' your town
Spending Benji's like they one's
Now Imma drown
Flying out to Tokyo, we travel everywhere
Spendin' racks to buy a bag, Shibuya, yeah we there
Tennis chain on me, it shines
So I don't blame 'em when they stare
Louis fitted with Chanel, we poppin' tags on every square
Yeah this set on me, it's rare
You can't get this anywhere
And I know it isn't fair
I got your shawty in my lair
And we runnin' up the dash
While we burnin' so much cash
Yeah we gotta move it fast
Stackin' racks on racks on racks
Only here for the night, so we gotta make this quick
Got lil' baby yelling "Nani" while she movin' like a tick
I ain't here to play no games, I just hit it then I dip
I ain't here to play no games, you don't wanna see my stick
And we never hit a miss, cuz we always aim to hit
Pull up to the floor, we blast 'em with a magic trick
And my wrist on froze, yeah my rubies match the fit
And I gotta go, we hit the floor the party lit
Call me a ninja cuz I'm goin' in
Shawty Imma hit you with that mothafuckin' shuriken
I been glidin' through the night
Sippin' Henny and dirty Sprite
Johnny on the rocks
Fuck with me and meet my glock
We ain't fuckin with no Opps
Sippin' on some lean, only KK Wockhardt
Aviante on my neck, fitted up in Goyard
Got lil mama on her knees, beggin' me to go harder
Got lil mama on her knees, tellin' me to go harder (yeah)
Stackin blue strips like Doraemon, VVS my diamonds
We be on an island, smokin' gas in Thailand
Private jet we flyin', all this paper pilin'
Tokyo to Dubai, yeah
Yuh, yuh, wait- Ooh
Nah, nah, nah, wait - Ooh, Ey
Imma freestyle now, you ready
Woah, wait
Holy shit, this that mothafuckin' freestyle
Holy fuck, Imma go so hard I'm ballin' out
Holy fuck, call me Steph- nah I'm Pail
Holy fuck I got my own style now
Check me out, I'm a mothafuckin beast now
Yeah, Imma go beast mode
No James Harden shit, yo
This that PChoppa mothafuckin' flow, yo
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Writer(s): D Boi
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