2020 freestyle (#WWJD)
Whoah Whoah
You know what the fuck going on nigga
We ready to turn this shit up
ACM
Heard they hatin on me when I'm not around
When I'm walking up they don't make a sound
I just make em suffer wit a big smile
ACM chain make em say wow
Covid nineteen ain't stop shit
I was still shining when they hit the light switch (Good God)
Look at the way this thang blag on the right wrist
It'll make a nigga main thang act triflin (UGH)
In Atlanta less than twenty four hours (What)
Now I'm on the way to Houston(Now I'm on the way to Houston)
Bitch I'm going to fuck wit ice mane nick
But need to focus on the music
Bitch I'm big trappin I done made it this far pendent on my neck cost a brand new car
Yea I know you see me shining from a far
Got me fingering that pussy Like I'm playing a guitar
Everybody screamin gang gang bang bang but where the bread gettas at
I done showed you little niggas last four summers
How to run up quarter m slanging bubbas and plats
Pussy nigga better relax you know I still keep the fye on me
Just in case a nigga thinkin shit look sweet (Whew)
Yea u gone die homie
Ran up four fifty I spent hella benjis I bought me an my nigga chains before rap
Lost bout three hundred by trusting the mail I swear this shit real my nigga no rap
Even the niggas that sent off they bread they took a little L I gave that shit back
Hustling ass nigga for real Uon know how I feel My nigga I'm fresh out the trap
Showed yo bitch five hundred hundreds no cap,
Say she started feeling freaky
Started suckin dick now she hollering It's my turn yea I just got sleepy
You think imma eat yo pussy and kiss my bitch
Ooo hoe you tweaking
Matter fact get the fuck up out my ride aye bitch I'm leaving
Count so much money That my finger tips blue
If I was you nigga I would hate me too
Naw maybe try to join yo crew So I can rock Rolex and big chains too
Spend a thousand dollars Nîgga on shoes
Spend another thirty thousand on jewels
Walk up in the party yo bitch choose
And imma bless that bitch nigga achoo
I ain't postin no drugs on the internet
Oh no no no I ain't into that
You niggas tellin on yo self what kinda shit is that
You ain't a plug you rat lil nigga
Showin off the drugs and the trap lil nigga
What it is you on crack lil nigga?
Hahaha what it is you smoking crack lil nigga?
You know what the fuck going on nigga
We ready to turn this shit up
ACM
Heard they hatin on me when I'm not around
When I'm walking up they don't make a sound
I just make em suffer wit a big smile
ACM chain make em say wow
Covid nineteen ain't stop shit
I was still shining when they hit the light switch (Good God)
Look at the way this thang blag on the right wrist
It'll make a nigga main thang act triflin (UGH)
In Atlanta less than twenty four hours (What)
Now I'm on the way to Houston(Now I'm on the way to Houston)
Bitch I'm going to fuck wit ice mane nick
But need to focus on the music
Bitch I'm big trappin I done made it this far pendent on my neck cost a brand new car
Yea I know you see me shining from a far
Got me fingering that pussy Like I'm playing a guitar
Everybody screamin gang gang bang bang but where the bread gettas at
I done showed you little niggas last four summers
How to run up quarter m slanging bubbas and plats
Pussy nigga better relax you know I still keep the fye on me
Just in case a nigga thinkin shit look sweet (Whew)
Yea u gone die homie
Ran up four fifty I spent hella benjis I bought me an my nigga chains before rap
Lost bout three hundred by trusting the mail I swear this shit real my nigga no rap
Even the niggas that sent off they bread they took a little L I gave that shit back
Hustling ass nigga for real Uon know how I feel My nigga I'm fresh out the trap
Showed yo bitch five hundred hundreds no cap,
Say she started feeling freaky
Started suckin dick now she hollering It's my turn yea I just got sleepy
You think imma eat yo pussy and kiss my bitch
Ooo hoe you tweaking
Matter fact get the fuck up out my ride aye bitch I'm leaving
Count so much money That my finger tips blue
If I was you nigga I would hate me too
Naw maybe try to join yo crew So I can rock Rolex and big chains too
Spend a thousand dollars Nîgga on shoes
Spend another thirty thousand on jewels
Walk up in the party yo bitch choose
And imma bless that bitch nigga achoo
I ain't postin no drugs on the internet
Oh no no no I ain't into that
You niggas tellin on yo self what kinda shit is that
You ain't a plug you rat lil nigga
Showin off the drugs and the trap lil nigga
What it is you on crack lil nigga?
Hahaha what it is you smoking crack lil nigga?
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Writer(s): Dion Stephenson
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