BOP (Freestyle)

I need a spliff
I need a patek to sit on my wrist
I need a cheque
Go 'head and leave me on read
I don't give a fuck bout no bitch
I need to vent
Hold up and give me a sec
We chasing that bread like baguettes
Please don't be upset
Cos we do this shit independent
You riding a dick for a mention
I'm pulling your pension you old news
Everything that I pen it be gold too
If we settle like men I could fold you
If I'se in your position I'd fold too
I be down and committed
You ain't see the hours I get in
I'm running this town that we live in
Been holding it down for a minute
I pen so I doubt they forget it
You pimpin a cowardice image
The pain that I felt would probably break you like a nail
I'm fitted with kevlar
If you fucking with DASH you wont get far
Got my feet on the dash give you head-start
This the hare and the tortoise
You looking so hairless and gorgeous
Cos I could tell that you pussy
What the hell, think you misunderstood me
Take this L, like she leaving for goodie
You crumble like cookies
That's under pressure
I done said we the best you ain't come to check us
I don't run with no threats you should get the message
If you ain't talking money than imma dead it
If you talking bout records
Them necks will be snapped in a second
I came for the bag but forget it
I'm glad you pretending
You been something you resented
So keep coming with the records
I wanna see how you've been getting it
Hold up a minute
This kid go forever and ever
You can't get a second in
I'm like the president
Fucking it up
How I do it so elegant
Fuck Donald Trump
We gon shoot up the residence
I need a pump and a shooter to send him in
For couple bucks he gon do what I tell him man
Running amuck like a Hooligan Hef with it



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Writer(s): Dashel Walsh
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