Concussion Freestyle

I'm rollin up a concussion
Over the top to the head for nothin
Dutch took me flying
Cup took me muddin
Nigga I'm coolin nigga you buggin
My mother is blessed
It's nothin to stress
It's got you pressed you a button
My money on deck
Mo money next
You had a shot but gotta love it
You had a catch and you muffed it yeah
you had a shot didn't do nothing yeah
You got a Glock ain't shoot nothing yeah
You you real and you scary as Mclovin
Smoking too much to stress
Nigga I really can't flex
I hate that bitch out REFLEX she want a nigga
I wanted some sex
I didn't tell her a lie she just heard what she just wanted to get
I keep that bitch on my side you playing foul got a call for the tech
I can see bitch your eyes
Bitch I got more flights than feelings to catch

Chess or checkers nigga square up
You don't want this you ain't there yet
You don't know me you know better
You 6 feet deep being careless
Chess or checkers nigga square up
You don't want this you ain't there yet
You don't know me you know better
It ain't that deep I ain't caring

I throw up the set I cough up a lung I do my job
Goat on the beat thot on the street all glory to God
I keep the piece I keep my peace my word is bond
James on the court king when I speak my word is law
We can get gone
Or I get ya gone
Hit like a gong
Smoke and laugh it off
I stay in the bank, I stay lowkey, I stay out the way
I got money that chase bitches that came and millies to make
Millies to rock
Wrists to just rock
Niggas to rock
Bitches to HA
Ignorance bliss you dumb as a rock
We cannot kick until you kick rocks
Glock on my sock, you off the rocks
I'm not a dad don't make me pop
Niggas to rock
Millies to rock
Wrists to just rock



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Writer(s): Clinton Watkins
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