Fire (Freestyle)

I need half a rack for a show
Bitch you better pay me or I ain't gon show up
Don't wait to book me the prices gon go up
Got hoes on my dick they just want me to blow up

I got a Glock on me they know
It's right on my hip just Incase a hoe test me
If I let I blow they gon wanna arrest me
If you got a problem you better address it

I got respect inna streets
Lil bitch love the bone so I gave her a treat
Lil bro diabetic don't think this shit sweet
If he talking tough imma knock out his teeth

I walk with the racks
He say he want smoke then we give him a pack
Treat him like Ricky and blow out his back
If he up the pole then we upping it back

I cannot do shit for free
Why these boys wanna start shit with me
Got two bitches kissing me they calling me back say they missing me

Yeah
But I do not want em
I - I only want me some money
Collect the backends in all hunnits
If it ain't bout cash then it ain't no discussion

I learned how to hustle
Get shit off the muscle
I fucked on his bitch and now she wanna cuddle
Say she like pools but that boy got a puddle
He run up on me then that nigga in trouble
I got a Mac and it's tucked in the duffle
My niggas gorillas they come from the jungle
Talkin bout pain but you ain't had a struggle
He talking too much now that boy got a muzzle

I had to get shit on my own
When I hit the top buy my momma a home
You Fuck wit the craft I put one in your dome
Her head like Medusa a young nigga stone
A young nigga cold
Got way too much ice so a young nigga froze
You can't plant a seed and then watch that shit grow
You gotta believe what you reap you gon sow



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Writer(s): Antonio Renard Smith
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