Don't Ask Freestyle
I stand on my toes, I ain't going for none
Your boys will just fold, see the opps and they run
They go to the cops, fuck with the opps, and they bums
Looking for opps, you ain't tryna drop none, people politicing
They go to the cops and they give em the info
Get to this bread, I ain't talking about bimbo
Talking bout your homie, I know that boy been fold
Got me so icy, I told you, I've been cold
But never cold feet
Talk on the gram, but they really won't meet
Pussies be lames, and I put that on me
I smoke on the tree, and y'all paying the fee
It's never what y'all portrayed it to be
Never forget who betrayed on me
Never forget who waited on me
Never know who been waiting on me
Words mean nothing, I say fuck an insult
Stand on my feet and I've told you I've been tall
Little boy that ain't yours, I know that a rental
Thinking about this shit, I could've sell fentanyl
They really support but they prayed that I did fall
Took so many chances, I swear I have risked all
It's crazy they hate me, for some reason they pissed off
For some reason love it when my bitch wear lip gloss
Through everything, I could vouch that I stood tall
They don't fuck with the work, they prayed that I did fall
I knew this would work, if I didn't, I'd probably be booked dawg, for real
They can't handle this shit
Snatch me a chain, I dismantle that shit
Spark me a blunt like a candle and shit
All that talking, but you ain't stand on that shit
When I seen you, you ran off and shit
Your boys will just fold, see the opps and they run
They go to the cops, fuck with the opps, and they bums
Looking for opps, you ain't tryna drop none, people politicing
They go to the cops and they give em the info
Get to this bread, I ain't talking about bimbo
Talking bout your homie, I know that boy been fold
Got me so icy, I told you, I've been cold
But never cold feet
Talk on the gram, but they really won't meet
Pussies be lames, and I put that on me
I smoke on the tree, and y'all paying the fee
It's never what y'all portrayed it to be
Never forget who betrayed on me
Never forget who waited on me
Never know who been waiting on me
Words mean nothing, I say fuck an insult
Stand on my feet and I've told you I've been tall
Little boy that ain't yours, I know that a rental
Thinking about this shit, I could've sell fentanyl
They really support but they prayed that I did fall
Took so many chances, I swear I have risked all
It's crazy they hate me, for some reason they pissed off
For some reason love it when my bitch wear lip gloss
Through everything, I could vouch that I stood tall
They don't fuck with the work, they prayed that I did fall
I knew this would work, if I didn't, I'd probably be booked dawg, for real
They can't handle this shit
Snatch me a chain, I dismantle that shit
Spark me a blunt like a candle and shit
All that talking, but you ain't stand on that shit
When I seen you, you ran off and shit
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Writer(s): Bert Bandz
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