ITM Freestyle Pt. 2

Bitch I'm a beast like kaiju
Bad bitch pussy bald head like Caillou uh
Poetic justice I talk to that girl I'm like
Skeet her and dip ain't no bitch I'm polite to

I'm with Kasino you gamble your life
Like casino if I catch you playin' with me
Gassed up like beano I'm working this shit
Like Latinos the fuck is you sayin' to me
Big dog Like chino my drip Valentino burn you
Like aminos I stay with that heat
I learned the cheat codes
And you ain't never seen no nigga run it like me independently

Glock .23 that's my baby I eat with that bitch
So there ain't no way that my semi lack (similac)
I can rap better than half the niggas in the industry
Where in the fuck is my Grammy at
Blue hudreds hand me that strap in my Fanny pack
Hop on the beat they like damn he snapped uh
Pockets like Annie Mac these niggas can't react
I'm on your head I'm like sandy's hat
Dick leave her handicapped ghost her
Like Danny's back fuck her and leave her like granny's back
I was broke and we had too many whammies
That made niggas dear to me Bambi's dad

If you want static like televisions
I got hella niggas we got hella smith ands' well obviously know
I bodied this beat
Had your shorty on me tryna swallow me
This bitch gave indication that her lips amazing
I been painting pictures ain't no illustrations
I got jurisdiction I know you're a bitch and
Your bitch jerk my dick so i'm a serve her kids with

I'm a slimy lil nigga like lubrication
The amount of numbers I accumulated
Ima run the money up and duplicate it
And these niggas know I'm lit illumination

I'm a switch the flow I hit and go like fishing poles
I stay down and pop out when I caught sum
Niggas know I get the dough got different hoes
When my dick in they mouth they all cough sum
Mistletoe you kissing hoes persistent lows
Now you second hand sucking on thots huh
Sick as colds I'm with the bros put them in position
So they can numbers and drop sum

Put on my brothers now they getting numbers too
Niggas shitty we couldn't be none of you
Run up that sack and my youngins gon' thumb it through
If I'm make a mil they get hundreds too
She tryna fuck me my brodie gon' fuck her too
I don't want her so I gave her sum to do
Run up the numbers my brothers gon' run it too
Got the sauce so I know they ain't dumb as you



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Writer(s): Lucas Williams
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