Midday Freestyle
I can't put you on, gotta do that shit for myself
Ayy
Uh
Uh uh
Let's go
Ay ay
Yeah
Uh, ay
Stack up them racks up real high 'till you can't see it
I wan' be a boss so guess what, bitch I'm gon' be it
Ice on my neck this shit froze like I'm goin' skiing
Go crazy in this bitch, red dots like a nigga beamin'
I'm a demon they can't see me bitch I'm goin' up
Bands in my pockets I can't walk, cause they super stuffed
Ran up my stockins boy don't talk, cause I keep it tucked
I can never stop it keep on talkin' you might get fucked up
Let's get crunk, let's get loud in this hoe
Bitch I know you feel this bass, let's go wild at my shows
All them hundreds in her face, make her panties touch her toes
She just walked in the place, where she went nobody knows
I don't want gold I want diamonds on my body
We just filled him up with lead, cause of death was kamikaze
I can't say too much but my chopper kick like karate
I just dropped 2 bands, one on Raf one on Tommy
I'm tryn' be somebody uh, you do shit as a hobby, ay
I like my bitch bossy uh, plus a lil' naughty, uh
I can't fuck with none of y'all hoes y'all way too wishy washy, uh
I'm gon' be at the top the world so high cause no one can stop me, ay
I'm gon' fill my prophets uh, while I fill my pockets, ay
Step inside this closet uh, all you see is a god bitch
I wanna travel, I don't wanna be stuck in no muhfuckin' office, uh
We talk bread, lame ass nigga tryn'a change the topic ay
Ayy
Uh
Uh uh
Let's go
Ay ay
Yeah
Uh, ay
Stack up them racks up real high 'till you can't see it
I wan' be a boss so guess what, bitch I'm gon' be it
Ice on my neck this shit froze like I'm goin' skiing
Go crazy in this bitch, red dots like a nigga beamin'
I'm a demon they can't see me bitch I'm goin' up
Bands in my pockets I can't walk, cause they super stuffed
Ran up my stockins boy don't talk, cause I keep it tucked
I can never stop it keep on talkin' you might get fucked up
Let's get crunk, let's get loud in this hoe
Bitch I know you feel this bass, let's go wild at my shows
All them hundreds in her face, make her panties touch her toes
She just walked in the place, where she went nobody knows
I don't want gold I want diamonds on my body
We just filled him up with lead, cause of death was kamikaze
I can't say too much but my chopper kick like karate
I just dropped 2 bands, one on Raf one on Tommy
I'm tryn' be somebody uh, you do shit as a hobby, ay
I like my bitch bossy uh, plus a lil' naughty, uh
I can't fuck with none of y'all hoes y'all way too wishy washy, uh
I'm gon' be at the top the world so high cause no one can stop me, ay
I'm gon' fill my prophets uh, while I fill my pockets, ay
Step inside this closet uh, all you see is a god bitch
I wanna travel, I don't wanna be stuck in no muhfuckin' office, uh
We talk bread, lame ass nigga tryn'a change the topic ay
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Writer(s): Kareem Lizaire
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