Freesmoke Freestyle
Turn him to a pack if he think's im pussy
All that looking that they doing i know twelve wants to book me
So im praying to god, that they dont catch me up
So i ride around with shotguns, yeah this bitch is full of slugs
Its whatever, Turn him to a pack if he thinks I'm pussy
All that looking that they doing I know twelve wants to book me
So I'm praying to God that they dont catch me up
So I ride around with shotguns yeah this bitch is full of slugs
I'll send your ass to the doctor but don't be blaming the doctor because your bitch ass dead
I left your ass missing half of your head, yeah its freesmoke fuck what you been told
Run down on your ass with this draco
You've been sneak dissing steady talking through the net
And all that talking that you doing, gonna make you end up dead
And that's a fact better know about me, 7.62s & .223s sweep you off your feet
You ain't thugging you ain't taking shit, run up on him with a stick
Once false move & I'll empty every clip
Saying fuck you & your bitch because if she's with you then she's getting hit
Motherfucker better know that I'll stretch shit, yeah I keep a cutta on me and I keep it behind my waistband
Once false move guarantee I ain't throwing hands.
were ginna throw lead, you catch one to the head
I'll send your ass to the doctor, but don't be blaming the doctor because your bitch ass dead
Catch one to the head, real killer shit, murk you if you talk to the feds
I'm tryna put your face on a white t-shirt, and have your whole fucking family crying up in a church
All that looking that they doing i know twelve wants to book me
So im praying to god, that they dont catch me up
So i ride around with shotguns, yeah this bitch is full of slugs
Its whatever, Turn him to a pack if he thinks I'm pussy
All that looking that they doing I know twelve wants to book me
So I'm praying to God that they dont catch me up
So I ride around with shotguns yeah this bitch is full of slugs
I'll send your ass to the doctor but don't be blaming the doctor because your bitch ass dead
I left your ass missing half of your head, yeah its freesmoke fuck what you been told
Run down on your ass with this draco
You've been sneak dissing steady talking through the net
And all that talking that you doing, gonna make you end up dead
And that's a fact better know about me, 7.62s & .223s sweep you off your feet
You ain't thugging you ain't taking shit, run up on him with a stick
Once false move & I'll empty every clip
Saying fuck you & your bitch because if she's with you then she's getting hit
Motherfucker better know that I'll stretch shit, yeah I keep a cutta on me and I keep it behind my waistband
Once false move guarantee I ain't throwing hands.
were ginna throw lead, you catch one to the head
I'll send your ass to the doctor, but don't be blaming the doctor because your bitch ass dead
Catch one to the head, real killer shit, murk you if you talk to the feds
I'm tryna put your face on a white t-shirt, and have your whole fucking family crying up in a church
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Writer(s): Riley Cagle
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