Ruth's Chris Freestyle

Can you tell a
Nigga never had shit (Never had shit)
I flooded saks with hundiddys with a Bad bitch (Off the juice)
Mr and mrs smith shoot a bitch
Brad pitt
Niggas be rocking hand me downs
That was my last fit (Take it off)
Oscar the shark slayer knocking Down bullies, with toolies thats Automatic
Thats fully
I gotta have it (Fully auto)
I know you see it, feel like yung joc
When i bleed the scene
Reach for my chain its going down
Like a nitty beat (Meet me in the trap)
X's and o's cross em out like Mathematics
Tell em please excuse my dear mini Chop she's trigger happy (Blam)
And please excuse the niggas behind Me they really with it
Put some money on they books
And they taking
That life sentence (Niggas wicked)
Takeoff ya head dont play with me And my migos (Dont play with em)
Gang members sliding something Like t.o. (Running up a check)
Ayy, Feeling like greedo (Oh three)
I got some bands in the basement
But still i need more
Tesla autopilot just coasting all Through the palisades
Teacher told me
I wasnt gone be shit cause i had bad Grades
I just turned a rack into 5 and thats a Bad day
Stomped em out to NWA, thats beats By dre (Boom bop bing)
Nigga, thats beats by the pound
Down for my niggas you might see a Murder if we round (Free c murder)
Ayy, Like pennywise
All you niggas clowns (Nerds)
Its some shit on me that make all of You niggas frown (Ugh)
Please dont play with murder cause
He a demon semen (Demon)
And dont play with k-y his trigger Finger feigning
We can not forgive you our hearts Just too anemic (Cold hearted)
You drop one, we drop 3 and now we
Even stephen
Snipers on the roof, point ya out tell Me spot em got em
I just beat his bitch box in now she Forgot about em
Candace parker spark em
Quit woofing quit all that barking
I aim and i hit my target
His noodles all on the carpet (Got damn)
Ooops, done did it again (Dundiditagain)
You rather cry up in a kia or get in This benz
Yo nigga still shopping at citi trends
Im buying shit up out of neimans
I cant comprehend ugh
Took her out them uggs now she my Prada baby
Dont wear no more jordans that shit Is outdated
Just drag raced the foreign my last Trip to vegas
Paid in full like ace, buddy be making Payments
Fake designer masks please stop it Bro you are not a joint
BB belt with beat up ass 1s on like
Whats the point
Niggas in my dm keep beggin me
That shit get annoying
You cant get no feature its 1500 or Keep it going
Finna take a nigga bitch feel ralfy the Plug
She call me lil baby like i did a song With thug (Thugger)
Bitch i sip flint water dont you see all This mud
Just turnt into another nigga call me Buddy love

You know murder was the case that They gave me?
Like i really do this



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