Beatbox (Freestyle)

OH YALL KNOW WHAT IT IS...

That nigga there crazy
He got 15 baby mamas
8 of em ain't his baby
You know they gone gossip
Turn around switch up the topic
Look around and play crazy
It's ok...

I know why they mad, cuz all my life I been down bad but managed to make this shit Look EASY EASY! Had to go to get me bag

Project baby, grew up with no cable. No cap that's a fact. He really a problem, young niggas toating revolvers, had to go throw on my rag. Mane

IM SO THREE THEEE SIXTEEN I got that shit from J Raggs

You know what it is, at my auntie house popping them pills, choppa up under the stairs Up in the field, opp come through here, we letting off shots through glass
Nobody got killed, but a nigga got shot in the ass, we been with the shits For real, he Fatal for real

No I can't make this up. I turnt down a major deal. Young nigga ain't really give no fuck, if You survived you played the field

All my life I wanted stripes, like Adidas, paid the price
Outta mind, outt sight
Fuck around and lose yo life

Boy don't fuck around and get stepped on, all on Nelson with yo vest on, this bitch here shoot through teflon, I'm squeezing til yo head gone
WE THUGGIN!

Carver Circle, all In public, did we murk him? LETS DISCUSS IT! I hopped out that Bucket, dancing with that 30
(FATAL YOU DIRTY)

Thought he got hit with pump? Shut up you must be working?
All on the ground I shot that bitch straight through the window but somehow he made it Through surgery. (HE WENT TOLD)

Had niggas calling my phone
Next night I was purging, I should've killed him
My nigga bone begged me not to hit him
(I DON'T TRUST HIM)

If I catch him down bad, imma flip him
How you gone go against the grain for them niggas? Fatal!

Project baby
800
Trays up til my days up mane
Free them guys
300
Glizzy
Niggadoo

Project
Free Fatal
Uh huh

Yeah mane, L's Up mane
Back street mane
Yall know what it is
Long live Bossye
Forever



Credits
Writer(s): Clifton Dean
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