No Idea Freestyle

I'm wildin, I'm hotter than some hot sauce
Get your ass over here and let me take your top off
Don't Fuck around with me, I'll tell your ass to get lost
Don't be too loud I don't want to get the cops called

This ain't nothing new to me,truthfully
I'm lovin all the nudity, it's clear to see
I ain't a freestyler, but I'll give it a shot
That's all I got

Sike! I'm back bitch, like a lion in the jungle
All these other rappers think shits sweet till they go broke
Then they runnin to me, like "yo can I get a feature"
But I don't give shit away so start payin' the preacher

I'd like to welcome you to rap school, I'll be your teacher
Kid Jakob is the name, the first lesson is to aim one
Cuz nobody takes my spot till I'm done

Why all these hoes like to talk a lot of shit?
And why the fuck are all these dudes tryna fuck the same bitch?
Nah, fuck it bro, imma do my own shit
Roll a blunt, spark it up, now I'll take a couple hits

He want to try me now I'm pullin' it out
Yeah it's a 1-8-7 now I'm skipping the town, bitch
Talk your shit now I'm bussin' it out
He catching 17 shots cuz he wanted some clout

He wanted clout but he ain't get it
Fuck it, bitch bro no we ain't with it
Run it, goofy bro cuz they stay slipping
You trippin, and all these bros yeah we stay sippin, let's get it

Got the, Glock poppin and I'm rolling on your block
Got the,opps running cuz these bitches only talk
Choppa, locked up cuz it's gettin really hot
Got ya, homies pissin cuz we poppin all the shots

Fuck a, bitch, I'm just chasin' a check
And it's 2021 imma come for your neck
And if you're asking who's next
Bitch it's 563, you know me got your bitch sucking on my D and I'm gone

So gone, so mothafuckin gone, Kid Jakob, 563
Raw the name of the song
And this shit far from over, till the fat lady sings
I stay fucking round' with bitches I ain't getting no damn ring

Glock in my mothafuckin pants
She said "is that your fucking cock?" I said "no bitch dance"
Okay just shake that fucking ass on my mothafuckin dick
Then I gotta fucking split, cuz I don't give a fuck about a bitch no

Hoe no, woah bitch woah
I'm so mothafuckin high off that adderall
Rizzy Rhett on the track and we coming to the top
And we never gonna stop, because this shit is gonna bop, gone

I got the choppa I flip it to full auto
I pull up on a mothafuckin opp uh
Leave them dead thats 1-8-7
On a mothafuckin opp, leave them dead in the street uh

Not one contestant, I steady stay flexin
It's the money, the cars, or the piles of women
Got the liquor and the pills, but they stay in my system
Talking shit to me? All my homies carry pistols

Don't get mad about it, don't be sad about it
I know it's hard to accept that you're an average artist
Haha, give it up, take your ass to the bank
It's a broke bitch claimed, that's your saving grace

Spot an opp now we running his shit
I'm going full blown spaz, now I'm stealing his bitch
Yeah, talking shit and we hittin them licks
I got a 5k fit, yeah I'm rollin in drip

I'm fucking four blonde hoes
Yeah the fifth is your bitch
We flip a zip for a bag
Now I'm flipping the brick

Now I'm flipping the brick
And I'm taking a hit
I got a gymnastics hoe
Doing splits on my dick

Yeah these hoes always dick riding
Lot to be found, but I just fuck them and leave And let my homies do rounds
Yeah we MBC linked with 563, you think the rap game hard? This ain't nothing to me The kid