Freestyle

See I just be cooling relaxing
Do nun but rappin and get to a f**king bag
And them n***** gonn hate on me anyway I do not understand why they fucking mad

Bitch back in 8th grade I use to be bussing off dutches and flunking my f**kin class
We add bullets to clip they subtract out the stick lil n**** I always knew f**king math
I got no drip but bitch I swerve, while you n***** catching a f**king cab
Dont do no dance, but bitch I bop while you n***** doin the f**king dab

Big chop with me, big glock with me he make it hot no lighter
And it's just me when I jump on the track lil n**** I don't need no writer
And you n***** should know thats it's do or die
My n**** Budda ask me could I rip it and I had to tell em' that you know the vibes

See I didn't mean to do it when I put in her and she told me it pulverize
She started yelling, and screaming
I'm f**king her this shit it sound like sound like a poltergeist
They didn't know about me
Think they know my bodies told em go ask his bitch about me

See I did some thangs with some of them n*****
Thats hatin that's probably gonna snitch about it
N***** be usin my name to get a reaction, they don't get shit up out me
And I got hella sauce, and i'm jus like a rebel, I'm somethin' like rowdy probably
And you n***** is corny, you dropping some new shit
But that shit it sound like my old shit

I had to listen to it, and then think about it, like this n**** done stole it
But you know I'm banga I don't take no L's, so that pussy n**** ain't stole shit
And f**k a hot boy, bitch my heart cold I be chilling on some froze shit
And wait, huh

N***** be missing me with that bullshit that you dropping, that shit is not stopping me
And you think its a hit and you talking yo shit
But I hope you dont think that you topping me
And ya shawty she the one thats topping me
I give her taps on her ass no apostrophe

And its cock in ya bitch ain't no blocking me
I put my hands where ya muf**kin' pockets be
N***** gonna think that we cool, n***** gonna think shit the same
Get the fuck outta my face

If you walk in the spot you get thrown out the place
Dont love no hoe, you should know not to chase, uh
I can get you gone like race
Jus follow my step don't trace
When it come to money I pace
Any problems I got I face
Smoke pack my shit not lace
He dead, he closed, no case
My dick ya hoe gon taste

Know you hear the drums bumping with the base
F**k is this one n**** talking bout said he not lacking, but I know he peeped me
I let him walk up
Soon as he talked tough

I let it spark up, this n**** sleeping
You better do what you said
When you see me my n**** I told you that it ain't no speaking
Im in the studio working, and working, I'm muf**kin' my n**** I'm feasting