Out Freestyle
I done made it out admit it
What my momma want she get it
When I make a mil imma grab the gang
Like we at ya wig we split it
Niggas turn on you that pivot
Had a bot bitch don't miss it
Gave VIP niggas attention
Now I'm in the VIP and I run that shit
So bitch get out my mentions
Niggas still ain't learn they lesson
You a ugly nigga with a bad bitch
Boy you bet not get her pregnant
All my Lely niggas pull up dumb quick
Gon' dump spit
On some dumb shit
And my BC niggas keep em' heavy hittas
Sound like 808's mixed with drum kits
Aye fuck nigga fix yo face
You cool
We bool
That's straight
By the pool lil bitch got cake
Had one bitch lose her mind
Jit you bet not lose yo place
Had one bitch say she mine
Bitch you bet not lie today
Had one bitch say I'm fine
Bitch you best just find a bae
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Every kiss begin with k
So that Kel-Tec eat his face
You want beef we flame it up
And get to grillin' Bobby Flay
Yo bitch want me she straight with us
And know that Naps don't go on dates
Yeah
Niggas know not to play with me
Dat rara in the street
When I see you it's on sight
Bet that shit gon' get you beat
And when I'm steppin' on yo head
Bitch don't bleed up on my feet
Bitch don't bleed up on my feet
What my momma want she get it
When I make a mil imma grab the gang
Like we at ya wig we split it
Niggas turn on you that pivot
Had a bot bitch don't miss it
Gave VIP niggas attention
Now I'm in the VIP and I run that shit
So bitch get out my mentions
Niggas still ain't learn they lesson
You a ugly nigga with a bad bitch
Boy you bet not get her pregnant
All my Lely niggas pull up dumb quick
Gon' dump spit
On some dumb shit
And my BC niggas keep em' heavy hittas
Sound like 808's mixed with drum kits
Aye fuck nigga fix yo face
You cool
We bool
That's straight
By the pool lil bitch got cake
Had one bitch lose her mind
Jit you bet not lose yo place
Had one bitch say she mine
Bitch you bet not lie today
Had one bitch say I'm fine
Bitch you best just find a bae
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Every kiss begin with k
So that Kel-Tec eat his face
You want beef we flame it up
And get to grillin' Bobby Flay
Yo bitch want me she straight with us
And know that Naps don't go on dates
Yeah
Niggas know not to play with me
Dat rara in the street
When I see you it's on sight
Bet that shit gon' get you beat
And when I'm steppin' on yo head
Bitch don't bleed up on my feet
Bitch don't bleed up on my feet
Credits
Writer(s): Ashton Francois
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