Never Cared Freestyle
I was dead broke ay, no money with me
Since I got that bread ay, these bitches kinky
And don't think we not with that shit cuz we ah just blow 50
And stay away from me, I'll blow this bitch if I feel iffy
And we just slid on his block, got the whole hood litty
I got that bitch bussin like a AR with some titties
Don't try to evaluate me, I got it with me
I might have a 9, I'm a warrior like Iggy
That bitch ah have you dancing more than that lil nigga Shiggy
I got ambition, I want way more than a milly
Clown ass niggas, I don't fuck with em, they silly
Stop hitting my DM and come try to kill me
Run down on a nigga, they gon have to feel me
Blow down on a nigga like BAH, it's nun
How you want smoke and you don't got a gun?
This pistol heat up, I call it a sun
Hollows ah rip through yo chest and yo lungs
One headshot from this Glock and you done
Yo mama gon cry cuz she losing her son
Catch you with yo brother, she losing bout 2
I'm like a fox, I pop out the blue
I got a mask and a tool, I'ma Shoot
I'm still alive so how could I lose?
Slime popped out his brain like ooz
He thought he was funny, he end up on the news
Just end up with bullet holes squirting out goo
I'm stuck with my niggas, we came out some glue
I like to shoot guns when I'm losing my cool
Fuck around and get hit up, I'm not in the mood
Two-tone Glock, I call this bitch La La
Hop out the car cuz we not doing drive-bys
If you let me catch you, you gon be a fly guy
Take yo last breathe, he don't get to say bye bye
Like he took a 30, that nigga so high high
Tweak with me, you could get shot in yo right eye
BAH, spin that bitch back, his t-shirt look tie-dyed
We gonna ride, I know his whole family gon cry
Ay, GreenLightGang, we stay on go
Blow, blow, ay, ay, you know how that shit go
Big .45, you never shot one? Aim to his face, my nigga just blow
Stay on his face, don't aim at his toes
Unload that bitch till it's empty, let's go
Shot my first gun, I was instantly pro
The way that I did it, you wouldn't even know
MP5 with a 40 clip, it's lethal
Take him up top, I'm a motherfucking eagle
Show no sympathy, hit up yo people
My old big homie turned my lil ass evil
I got my first pole from Isaiah, I was tryna shoot layups, eventually I turned to a creature
I sin everyday so I can't be a preacher
No I can't be a preacher bitch
Oh yea, that bitch cool
Fuck is you looking at bra?
Get yo ass smacked fr
Since I got that bread ay, these bitches kinky
And don't think we not with that shit cuz we ah just blow 50
And stay away from me, I'll blow this bitch if I feel iffy
And we just slid on his block, got the whole hood litty
I got that bitch bussin like a AR with some titties
Don't try to evaluate me, I got it with me
I might have a 9, I'm a warrior like Iggy
That bitch ah have you dancing more than that lil nigga Shiggy
I got ambition, I want way more than a milly
Clown ass niggas, I don't fuck with em, they silly
Stop hitting my DM and come try to kill me
Run down on a nigga, they gon have to feel me
Blow down on a nigga like BAH, it's nun
How you want smoke and you don't got a gun?
This pistol heat up, I call it a sun
Hollows ah rip through yo chest and yo lungs
One headshot from this Glock and you done
Yo mama gon cry cuz she losing her son
Catch you with yo brother, she losing bout 2
I'm like a fox, I pop out the blue
I got a mask and a tool, I'ma Shoot
I'm still alive so how could I lose?
Slime popped out his brain like ooz
He thought he was funny, he end up on the news
Just end up with bullet holes squirting out goo
I'm stuck with my niggas, we came out some glue
I like to shoot guns when I'm losing my cool
Fuck around and get hit up, I'm not in the mood
Two-tone Glock, I call this bitch La La
Hop out the car cuz we not doing drive-bys
If you let me catch you, you gon be a fly guy
Take yo last breathe, he don't get to say bye bye
Like he took a 30, that nigga so high high
Tweak with me, you could get shot in yo right eye
BAH, spin that bitch back, his t-shirt look tie-dyed
We gonna ride, I know his whole family gon cry
Ay, GreenLightGang, we stay on go
Blow, blow, ay, ay, you know how that shit go
Big .45, you never shot one? Aim to his face, my nigga just blow
Stay on his face, don't aim at his toes
Unload that bitch till it's empty, let's go
Shot my first gun, I was instantly pro
The way that I did it, you wouldn't even know
MP5 with a 40 clip, it's lethal
Take him up top, I'm a motherfucking eagle
Show no sympathy, hit up yo people
My old big homie turned my lil ass evil
I got my first pole from Isaiah, I was tryna shoot layups, eventually I turned to a creature
I sin everyday so I can't be a preacher
No I can't be a preacher bitch
Oh yea, that bitch cool
Fuck is you looking at bra?
Get yo ass smacked fr
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