Lately (Freestyle)

Yeah, man ain't no cap up in my rap and that's a fact
On God, on God fosho, yeah
Wake up in the morning grab my Glock, check the news
Everyday up in the six someone gets shot, ain't nothing new
Don't test my G man I'ma come circle your block with my crew
Ain't gon' hesi' I know three you know I'ma shoot for two's
You don't do the dues, free up loose screw
I'm so slimey I'm so gooey so you know I'm DTU
Couple nights up in the trap I had to sleep without no food
Glizzy make him dance, he got new moves
Red dot on his ass, he a vic' too
She talking about kissing and romance
I'm tryna empty mags
I don't sleep at night, check my eyes I got hella bags
Mama begin through hell
One day she gon' get a trip to France

I hope you strapping up
Cuz in the streets there ain't no plan B
I got a baddie and a savage
Only girl that understands me
And all my people's up in jail
Who put curse up on my family
And we gon' spin on him again
Yeah we gon' add him to the tally
You could never walk up in my shoes
I had some crazy dreams
Lately man I been through crazy shit
We slid bro lost a beam
Asking me why my kids taste good
Like lil' bitch what you mean
I ain't never wanted this at all got so much enemies
Lately I don't be on IG
Phone too hot no PGP
Leave you in the CPT
Bro a fiend for codeine
Pull up leave you on the scene
She wanna fuck me I got green
Circle back by any means, on gang

Know the opps is pussies they don't want come out and play
She don't wanna work up on the reds she got her sponge today
Don't think we ain't sliding
Don't think someone getting bun'd today
Dick up in her mouth, yeah she swallowed my son today
In and out of traps seen bucktees OD off of morphine
I'ma set up shop twenty a point tryna get more fiends
Bad bitch wanna fuck me but I'm stuck up on the quarantine
I been toting guns way before I was fourteen
Broski in the cut and he gang, he dumping thirty
He feel like he Curry, fuck it, do him dirty
Next stop we gonna get your mans
Big glock I'm hoping it don't jam
Fuck a wrist watch, gon' put on for my gang
She a big thot, she gonna suck my mans
Good with hand to hands, Peppa never ran
Block hot, need a fan
He jumped off the porch he on the steps
I'm all on the sidewalk with the rev
Swimming man he water at my chest
Fuck the water at my neck
Lately I can't breathe lately I'm stressed
She just wanna kiss up on my neck
Glue and bleach up on my hand
Broski told me get out all the res
Piss up on my hands do it the best
Trapping man I'm stuck up in the rez
But I got the rev
Pull up and you know lil' bitch you dead
And I got the shotty on the bed
And you know what's next
So I don't gotta talk I'ma say less



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Writer(s): Dontae Francis
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