Hidin' Pounds Freestyle

Ran up that money I want mo
I get that doe I get that doe
Dusse dont drink ciroc no mo
Dat aint my bitch aint got no hoes
I'm turnt up
I get turnt up
I'm turnt up
I get turnt up
I get lit
40 On me my nigga you want smoke
I'm in this bitch
Put all of my trust in my 4 0
Roll you wanna roll
Roll you wanna roll
I just popped 2 But I could prolly
Pop 2 mo I aint lien
If u fwm im guessing dat
Somebody wanna die
You wanna die
You wanna die

I said
When you a good person
You just get what you want
Knowm sayin like I just be gettin blessin that's how I got this shit

I'm 175 wit hazel eyes
Dat dont mean shit man
Dey dont want no problem
He actin 2 live i gotta survive
Go to the trunk
Let me get the revolver
I gotta strap he gotta strap
Just kuz u believe it
Dat dont make us equal
I gotta pack my bro gotta pack
Beans and the reefer
The plug like my people
Uon want no smoke
Uon want no smoke
Uon want no smoke
Uon want no smoke
Uon want no smoke
Uon want no smoke
Uon want smoke

Okay I bust down my wrist
Yeah I'm insane
Fuck gettin that ralve
I wanna plane
How you a shoot you aint got aim
Yung nigga you dont trap you lame
I'm 2k that dont change
One thang fasho ima get rich
Aint tawm bout money
See no evil I dont hear shit
Okay look at my neck it gliss
You aint seen this

No Kanye
But if a nigga open his grill up
You finna see all of the lights
Day from nite
Tony montana its okay I sip dusse
But I really rather sip that sprite
Fuck that sky nigga I get high like
You aint neva seen no flight
But dont get stupid nigga
Not like pookie
I'm wesley snipes
Feelin like nino right
Now erbody wanna know me n shit
But on the koo man
I aint nobody you wanna know
No gracias, dame denera
But I could neva eva save a hoe
Nigga that's fasho
Comin outta dallas texas
Nigga hold yo aggression
Kuz you dont wanna see me flex
I can go and get that tec
But you don't really want that stress



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Writer(s): Sam Kemp
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