232 Freestyle
Twe are the future
And im the future of woodtown
Anything can really go down
Swim in my hood you might drown
Pass me the krown, if I see yo bitch I might frown
I kall em elbows not pounds
I remember sleeping on the ground
I remember holding that pistol to the niggas faces
While my big bro tell em don't make a sound
Know he got a yung nigga back
Make sure I got a bigger strap
Talk and get klapped
Friendly ass niggas wanna dap
Them niggas kant get a fetty wap
Remember when I juuged my first pack of kush
I ran off and back where I never looked
Brave nigga wanna chase me he gon get shook
Closed ya chapter don't make me klose ya whole book
Im a hall of famer you a rook
Aint over till ya mama sing
Im the iciest yung nigga that she ever seen
Sucking on my dick for some wings
And a lil rent, treating me like the president
Talking to me like im elegant
And thats ever since
A nigga told me that I wasnt shit
And then my pockets turnt to elephants
Im so hood rich, aint no reason for me to lie
Fuck a piece I want the whole pie, wish a nigga try me
He gon have to get an iv
I see the money nobody gotta guide me
White folks want me as a slave they kant buy me
I'd rather whip the mylie and the kylie, and I prolly gon get it off the same night
Hide it in her pussy like a dyke
Don't nobody really wanna fight
Cause if they did next week they'll have a candlelight
Coming out with the heat on sight
Stay shooting dice, this can really be my lucky night
I hop in and hit 7 twice, talk shit on a site, but wont talk shit in person,
You must've built up alot of fright
Main bitch on facetime and my side bitch just stay on skype
All I ever wanted was some head
Kush and some muufucking bread
Favorite ccolor red
Cause if you see a nigga covered in it 9 times out of 10 that nigga dead
And some of yall working for the feds
Telling opps what the streets said
Losing all types of street cred
Then we put a bounty on ya head
Sent you straight to the death bed we aint trynna hear you beg
And then I go ghost, I can't neither tweet nor post
Too busy giving out a toast, to my muufucking shooters
We all some muufucking troopers
Im the fucking shit you gon need a pooper scooper
Let the dope fly, like chicken wings at hooters
She from lousiana but she ugly imma boot her
If the bitch tryna steal I aint gon shoot her
Imma just slap her, with the fuckin ruger
Beat sound like it came from lex luger
Birthday on halloween shoutout to freddy kruger
No keef but I switch hoes just to fool ya
I do this for the 232
What a nigga gonna do
Hit em with at least two
Rounds to the dome now these niggas dog food
Like these niggas never knew
That they rap skills poo
I know a nigga that done did it all
I know a nigga thats gon always ball
Don't need a phone to make the muufuckin calls
And thats yung ivan he don't need to fuck with yall.
Girl want a souvenir gave her my drawls
Ill buy some more fuck ill buy the mall
Im from oak cliff we eat rudy's not halls
Mayweather to this shit nigga I will never fall
Blunts in the air
Smoking ounces in ya face like we don't care
Smoke ya rent money life so unfair
Im on stage while you sittin in the chair
No nelly but I still need two pair
Of bitches imma motherfucking beast like a bear
Pull them hoes by they muuufucking hair
Try to take em from me I dare ya
Shoutout to my nigga rico
Realer than the other people
If a fuck nigga knock he shootin at the peephole
Living like gta with alot of cheat codes
And im the future of woodtown
Anything can really go down
Swim in my hood you might drown
Pass me the krown, if I see yo bitch I might frown
I kall em elbows not pounds
I remember sleeping on the ground
I remember holding that pistol to the niggas faces
While my big bro tell em don't make a sound
Know he got a yung nigga back
Make sure I got a bigger strap
Talk and get klapped
Friendly ass niggas wanna dap
Them niggas kant get a fetty wap
Remember when I juuged my first pack of kush
I ran off and back where I never looked
Brave nigga wanna chase me he gon get shook
Closed ya chapter don't make me klose ya whole book
Im a hall of famer you a rook
Aint over till ya mama sing
Im the iciest yung nigga that she ever seen
Sucking on my dick for some wings
And a lil rent, treating me like the president
Talking to me like im elegant
And thats ever since
A nigga told me that I wasnt shit
And then my pockets turnt to elephants
Im so hood rich, aint no reason for me to lie
Fuck a piece I want the whole pie, wish a nigga try me
He gon have to get an iv
I see the money nobody gotta guide me
White folks want me as a slave they kant buy me
I'd rather whip the mylie and the kylie, and I prolly gon get it off the same night
Hide it in her pussy like a dyke
Don't nobody really wanna fight
Cause if they did next week they'll have a candlelight
Coming out with the heat on sight
Stay shooting dice, this can really be my lucky night
I hop in and hit 7 twice, talk shit on a site, but wont talk shit in person,
You must've built up alot of fright
Main bitch on facetime and my side bitch just stay on skype
All I ever wanted was some head
Kush and some muufucking bread
Favorite ccolor red
Cause if you see a nigga covered in it 9 times out of 10 that nigga dead
And some of yall working for the feds
Telling opps what the streets said
Losing all types of street cred
Then we put a bounty on ya head
Sent you straight to the death bed we aint trynna hear you beg
And then I go ghost, I can't neither tweet nor post
Too busy giving out a toast, to my muufucking shooters
We all some muufucking troopers
Im the fucking shit you gon need a pooper scooper
Let the dope fly, like chicken wings at hooters
She from lousiana but she ugly imma boot her
If the bitch tryna steal I aint gon shoot her
Imma just slap her, with the fuckin ruger
Beat sound like it came from lex luger
Birthday on halloween shoutout to freddy kruger
No keef but I switch hoes just to fool ya
I do this for the 232
What a nigga gonna do
Hit em with at least two
Rounds to the dome now these niggas dog food
Like these niggas never knew
That they rap skills poo
I know a nigga that done did it all
I know a nigga thats gon always ball
Don't need a phone to make the muufuckin calls
And thats yung ivan he don't need to fuck with yall.
Girl want a souvenir gave her my drawls
Ill buy some more fuck ill buy the mall
Im from oak cliff we eat rudy's not halls
Mayweather to this shit nigga I will never fall
Blunts in the air
Smoking ounces in ya face like we don't care
Smoke ya rent money life so unfair
Im on stage while you sittin in the chair
No nelly but I still need two pair
Of bitches imma motherfucking beast like a bear
Pull them hoes by they muuufucking hair
Try to take em from me I dare ya
Shoutout to my nigga rico
Realer than the other people
If a fuck nigga knock he shootin at the peephole
Living like gta with alot of cheat codes
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Writer(s): Joshua Stuart
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