Freestyle

We still posted in the trenches
Told my niggas that we finna go from rags to riches
Never put yo trust up in these bitches
They gone bring you down
Real g's don't make a sound
Run up on us lay you down
We put on masks before coronavirus
30 clip up on me run up you gone hear the sirens
Saw a bad bitch, shorty look like she come from the islands
I can't cuff that bitch, cuz I know that shorty got some mileage
Fighting over bitches nigga? You hella childish
Send my shooters to yo block have them niggas wilding
Gotta watch yo back it be them niggas right by you that's smiling

Trust nobody, 30 deep up in the party
We done got this bitch rocking
Hella guns like we the army
Bitches talking like they brats, bitch gone head and be a Barbie
That bitch know that she tweaked on me, now she telling me she sorry
I play bitches like Atari
She gone ride me like a Harley
I get high like Bob Marley
I face my blunts nigga
I fuck round smoke up in the opp party
All these bitches know me I be goin so fuckin crazy
I'm out here I'm goin so deep in that bitch like the navy
All my niggas in this bitch we out here yea we stepping
Damn my niggas clutching mac-11s
Damn, where he get that pole at
That shit classified you don't need to know that
Niggas know them runtz, we smoke that
Fuck around and put ya homie in the next dope pack
I don't do that beefing shit, I ain't into that
Run up on me wrong nigga we gone leave you flat
And that's facts
Shoutout all my niggas who be flexing with they racks
When I get rich I wanna cop me a Maybach
So I can get topped in the back
Now I'm gettin head in a Maybach in the back
I know I got love in this bitch
See that nigga typing tough boy you know you ain't on shit
See that nigga piped up boy you know that ain't yo blick
You know that ain't yo blick nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Marvin Martin
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