NEW NEW (Freestyle)
J-R3MI on his shit
Fiesta_boi on the track
I got a new whip, with new kicks
This is new shit
Hop in the booth, I'm 'bout to truth spit
Blue tint on my yeezy's and my too-thick
Windows 'cause I'm ridin' around with bullets
Flyin' around, bouncin' right off my windshield
Motherfuckers fuckin' with me, these bitches been killed
If we talkin' 'bout money, they makin' zilch, nill
While I'm stackin' my paper up to the rich ceilin'
If we talkin' 'bout bitches, these chicks is gettin' reeled-in
I'm a magnet to the opposite sex
I got the swagger when I walk in my vest
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' him
I make all these rappers quitters
Every day, I'm gettin' bitter
I don't need a squad of hitters
Why?
I'll knock a bitch out for talkin' shit
He'll wanna skip town
But he won't get the chance 'cause I'ma rip out
His fuckin' legs and kick him up in his head
He'll roll around in a puddle of blood
This motherfucker's playin' dead, as if I was dumb
He might as well be 'cause there's nowhere to run
You know I'm sick when I did this just for fun
I gotta set an example not to fuck with an animal
You'll get fucked up quick and fed to my nana's Gull Dong
You fucked with the wrong man now
Oh shit, looks like that's another man down
Oh well, guess you reap what you sow
Motherfuckers don't think about that 'fore they go
Runnin' they mouths across town, drinking Moe's
Oh look, we reached the end of the road
I guess it's time that this tale-of-violence book should be closed
Fiesta_boi on the track
I got a new whip, with new kicks
This is new shit
Hop in the booth, I'm 'bout to truth spit
Blue tint on my yeezy's and my too-thick
Windows 'cause I'm ridin' around with bullets
Flyin' around, bouncin' right off my windshield
Motherfuckers fuckin' with me, these bitches been killed
If we talkin' 'bout money, they makin' zilch, nill
While I'm stackin' my paper up to the rich ceilin'
If we talkin' 'bout bitches, these chicks is gettin' reeled-in
I'm a magnet to the opposite sex
I got the swagger when I walk in my vest
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' him
I make all these rappers quitters
Every day, I'm gettin' bitter
I don't need a squad of hitters
Why?
I'll knock a bitch out for talkin' shit
He'll wanna skip town
But he won't get the chance 'cause I'ma rip out
His fuckin' legs and kick him up in his head
He'll roll around in a puddle of blood
This motherfucker's playin' dead, as if I was dumb
He might as well be 'cause there's nowhere to run
You know I'm sick when I did this just for fun
I gotta set an example not to fuck with an animal
You'll get fucked up quick and fed to my nana's Gull Dong
You fucked with the wrong man now
Oh shit, looks like that's another man down
Oh well, guess you reap what you sow
Motherfuckers don't think about that 'fore they go
Runnin' they mouths across town, drinking Moe's
Oh look, we reached the end of the road
I guess it's time that this tale-of-violence book should be closed
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Writer(s): Jeremy Barnes
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