What Could It Be? (Freestyle)

I Had to tell my last nigga arrivederchi
Cause I ain't got shit for a nigga who ain't
For me

My momma told me slow down cause that fast
Life will hurt you and them ones you call your friend
In the end they'll murk you, Huh

I want it all never been a doll
Got a passion for this fashion
And if it ain't about some cheese I'm ducked off and relaxing

And now we riding round with the tops down
And every room up in this crib come
Remote controlled with surround sound

Yeah, and you know it was a light dub
The way this shit shine you would think it was
A light bulb

You niggas lame
Only time you get play is in the strip club
They call this coupe a spaceship
Cause this bitch it just lift up

Bitch lift off
Since a kid it been a get off
10 with some drip sauce
16 with an emboss
Young as hell having all these old hoes
Pissed off, bitch get lost
Got a fat boss nigga
Like her Rick Ross

Yo bitch tryna copy my style but she a rip off
Niggas that get wild
Get em twist around like cross cross
Tell me what could it be that got you hoes so ticked off
Huh? What got you hoes so ticked off
Is it cause your nigga
Swarming like a mosquito
Or is it because I'm up and your shit low
Bitch is it cause these panoramic windows
I stay behind some dark shades like
A limo, be chillin but I got bitches that'll
Turn your bitch to a weirdo

And you gotta know
If you hating on the next bitch you a weirdo
Yo nigga got a glimpse of me
now he missing like he Waldo
Recorded half of my first songs
So I gotta shout out Barlow
Ain't gone say no names
But I know you niggas stay on Farlow
The sun don't always shine but I'm Winnie
Like I'm Harlow
They call me Champagne Jane
So I ain't tryna sip no merlot
Huh, I ain't tryna sip no merlot nigga

Look, huh, look
Tell me if I ain't got it
Then who gone have me?
I'm tryna get rich in this shit
Fuck a Grammy
And loyalty is law
I'm only fucking with the family
I den opened up the door
And turned this bitch into a scamily

Remember getting fucked up
In my pocket I had three slugs
Never again so I don't keep
No less than three plugs
Blow you niggas reups
Lay back and kick my feet up
Huh, lay back and kick my feet up

Gotta keep this bread long
Gotta keep these shirts from Garçons
Gotta get back to Paris
I like authentic croissants

You niggas is some peons
Ain't on the time that we on
Spent some shit up in Vuitton
Buy my nigga up some Vlone

Huh, tell me what you niggas be on
Try some other shit and get yo ass iced like Freon
Huh, and it's free Anton till they
Free em, huh,
Yeah, free my brother till they
Free em

Huh, they wrongfully convict you
And they try to take your freedom
Huh, these hoes will wrongfully convict you
Then try to take your freedom

Then who gone have me?
I'm tryna get rich in this shit
Fuck a Grammy
And loyalty is law
I'm only fucking with the family
I den opened up the door
And turned this bitch into a scamily

Remember getting fucked up
In my pocket I had three slugs
Never again so I don't keep
No less than three plugs
Blow you niggas reups
Lay back and kick my feet up
Huh, lay back and kick my feet up