On and on Freestyle (feat. LayJ Limits)

Oh my god Rifa you stuntin?
You flex for the gram you frontin
3 woods to the face, heart thumpin
I ain't whip pole out I punched him
For Zeno nigga I'm bussin
If gang you know we bussin
AFM you know we bussin
On the weekdays we be clutchin
You claim that you sip that Wockhardt,bitch that Robitussin
I'm with Zeno in the studio and we not slumping
She jus really pulled her pants down, bitch we is not fucking
(Bro like bitch we're not fuckin)
Double cup in my left, and the blunt on my right
She hit the blunt once she like "damn hold up what's this strain"
Had to tell the bitch this is White Runtz, 75 an eighth
If you rob to take my chain, boy 30 to yo face
Me and Zeno on the road we jus made a play
We pulled up to yo crib for the payments we ain't here to play
I jus bought like four White Runtz and it's to the face
Nigga fuck the cops bitch I'm not finna catch a case
No bitch we cannot fuck bitch I gotta take a trip
Member' all them niggas was hating when I reminisce
No nigga I do not talk like this I'm jus high as shit
Aye lemme switch my flow aye
Lemme switch my flow cause you know how it go
Nigga you can't trust hoes nigga they'll take yo fuckin soul
Niggas be shiesty you gotta have a pole
I jus saw my opp and he was at the fucking store
We didn't do him bad cause my nigga on parole
Shit lowkey said cause we let that nigga go
I saw my bitch at the crib and she was on a foe

RIP my nigga hadda let nic go
Is this really life is it really meant to be?
Locked up with the fake do I really need a key?

Can I stop being real? Do I really need to breath?
Grinding on my teeth cuz I'm sick of all this grief?
Burning hotter than the sun I'm counting all degrees
I can not stop doing this I want some cheese
Now I know I made it yeah I'm looking oh so faded
And I'm with the team you know we rock up and this shit is dated
Driving late night and I bet a nigga quiet
On god we in this shit and bitches bout to start a riot
Rip to all the niggas that didn't make it through the past
But your man he had to do it and a nigga want the cash
For sure I got my money and I'm counting through this bag
But you know I gotta do it and I'm bout to rip the tag
But I do not look at tags cuz I'm used to wearing rags
But it's crazy how they love me now cause I got a couple racks
Yeah I did it, yeah I made it, all you niggas dropping
Imma make some record numbers know you play it often
When I make an album definite you gonna cop it
Yeah you coppin, yeah you coppin, yeah you gonna fucking cop it
Coppin, Coppin, bitch y'all fucking coppin
Y'all seen a niggas swag and you niggas started jocking
Y'all jocking, y'all jocking, you niggas need to stop it
He tried to rob a nigga but I had it in my pocket

My pocket, my pocket, I had it in my pocket
I hit a nigga with the left I hit him in his socket
His socket, his socket, in his fucking socket
Yeah I hit hit in his socket
Oh, my, my, my
I'm feeling high
My money's gone
I'm all alone
Too much to see
The world keeps turnin'
Oh, what a day
What a day, what a day
Peace and blessings manifest with every lesson learned
If your knowledge were your wealth
Then it would be well-earned