Early Morning Freestyle, Pt. 2

Ay, ay, ay ay (Buh)
Bitch, bitch, bitch (Buh buh buh)
Fuh, Fuh fuh fuh, bow (Ay, ay)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (Let's go)

My pockets they fat like Lizzo
I'm too cold man feel like the snizzo
Run in his crib through window
Iced out all of my lil kinfolk
I'm ballin' I'm ballin' like Mike
Our diamonds is bright like the light
I took your lil bitch on a hike
She ridin' my dick like a bike
I keep me a strap like a dike
Kicked her out can't spend the night
White all my diamonds like rice
I got your bitch cream and I'm not talkin' ice
My ice it be hittin' it don't need light
If you want a P bitch you gotta pay the price
Good ass scope and it got good sight
Mixin' the lean right with my sprite
I'm rackin' it up like a dope man
Only fuck no lil bitch we can't hold hands
Bitch my pockets they full I got four bands
Bitch my pockets they full I got four bands
I want her to twerk no slow dance
Lil bitch I don't care about your mans
I'm makin' more money than you make a month, if that nigga want smoke nigga it's up
Lil nigga I'll up it don't push your luck
Bitch I'm gettin' bread like I play for the Bucks
Not talkin' no gay shit but y'all niggas suck
You niggas be talkin' I don't give a fuck
This nigga glue seen the glock and he stuck
Run his ass over in a Beamer truck
Fuckin' this bitch and her pussy like water
Hittin' your aunty, your grandma, your daughter
You my son but I bitch so I call you my daughter
I hit from the back so you know I'm gon' slaughter
Try to rob me nigga don't even bother
I got mad money just like the lottery
Stop tryna bother me
Right in my Prada jeans, pull up and stop the scene
Fuck your apology, I'm gettin' commas please
Pull up and fuck the scene up
Mac with the magazine tucked



Credits
Writer(s): Kareem Lizaire
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