Frontseat Freestyle
If we talking flows
I'm boasting three kinds
I give a fuck bout the clothes that you buy
Just spoke to Myron
He keep hearing sirens
That nigga still paranoid peaking through blinds
Rap is like Lava spit
I'm way too confident
For somebody to downplay my accomplishments
While I'm out working
These niggas stuck in the house
Like some ma fucking couches and ottomans
Pussy I'm busy
I Ain't got no time to spend
Looked at my wrist
Said it's that time again
I got the sauce came in with condiments
My bitch so bad she receiving all compliments
Way back when styles was still whipping totyota's
Birds in the trap chirping like motorolas
Pussy I'm popping like bottles of soda
Get hit with a bat niggas be jokers
Got the hood on my back like a got dam king cobra
Retired vet but the homies still soldiers
Ain't no more talking I already told ya
Keep thinking shit sweet as a swisher they'll smoke ya
Don't make me em pull up on you in a hemi
Get bussed in yo head with a bottle of remmy
Trucking through crowds while I'm tucking a semi
Stick up kids still after niggas with stimmies
Ughhhh
Do shows on my own
You niggas mad cause yo bitch like how I'm performing
Really in my zone I'm giving y'all gas
If it's smoke that you niggas wanted
Giving out hope
Hopefully
Can't none of you hoes get close to me
My girl is is the goat it's throat for me
Posed in the front where I'm posed to be
I'm boasting three kinds
I give a fuck bout the clothes that you buy
Just spoke to Myron
He keep hearing sirens
That nigga still paranoid peaking through blinds
Rap is like Lava spit
I'm way too confident
For somebody to downplay my accomplishments
While I'm out working
These niggas stuck in the house
Like some ma fucking couches and ottomans
Pussy I'm busy
I Ain't got no time to spend
Looked at my wrist
Said it's that time again
I got the sauce came in with condiments
My bitch so bad she receiving all compliments
Way back when styles was still whipping totyota's
Birds in the trap chirping like motorolas
Pussy I'm popping like bottles of soda
Get hit with a bat niggas be jokers
Got the hood on my back like a got dam king cobra
Retired vet but the homies still soldiers
Ain't no more talking I already told ya
Keep thinking shit sweet as a swisher they'll smoke ya
Don't make me em pull up on you in a hemi
Get bussed in yo head with a bottle of remmy
Trucking through crowds while I'm tucking a semi
Stick up kids still after niggas with stimmies
Ughhhh
Do shows on my own
You niggas mad cause yo bitch like how I'm performing
Really in my zone I'm giving y'all gas
If it's smoke that you niggas wanted
Giving out hope
Hopefully
Can't none of you hoes get close to me
My girl is is the goat it's throat for me
Posed in the front where I'm posed to be
Credits
Writer(s): Luis Polanco Jr
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