Freestyle (feat. DSD1 Camo)
I know some niggas got rich off of drugs
He couldn't get a lick he beefin' with his tongue if he freeze with that stick he not DSD1
I been on some other shit I'm tryna run it up
Tryna get us all rich, I really came from none
Can't beef over small shit, you dyin' if it's up
Before I took a win I took a million losses
The one you think you with the first ones try to cross you
I done seen it all go bad that shit was awful
All I know is get my lick back that's what they taught me
I wake up go get the racks these niggas don't work hard as me
My shit just be back to back these niggas don't got bars like me
Camo Asthma Attack, It's smoke I make it hard to breathe
And just like mouthwash, these hoes gargle me
These hoes gargle me like twitter these hoes follow me
I told her swallow me
Since a youngin' knew who I would be
And I got me a lil short bitch she from DC
That's my eenie miney moe
I might just hit that lil bitch and make that bitch curl up her toes
Smokin' on this Indoor Outdoor nigga I got different smoke
Bitch just tried to diss me I guess that's just what her friends is for
My patna turned to enemy I guess these niggas friends and foe
If yeen tryna help me why the fuck you in the kitchen for?
Yeah, she blocked me guess that's what her friends is for,
Yeah no washing machine they know came been gettin' loads
Yeah they watching me I stick and move I'm staying low
She talking bout Celine I told her get on all fours
Monopoly I'm tryna stack up all these cho's
Yeah, she topping me I told her baby take it slow
Now she on top of me she ride it like a rodeo
She thought I was a shrimp
She fucked around and caught the holy ghost
Un Uh bitch move that hand, bitch I'm finna go berserk
She like daddy can you nut
I'm like no bitch I popped a perc
Bitch I'm a hot boy
Just like Weezy, BG, and that nigga Turk
It's getting hot inside this party just like Nelly gone take off my shirt
Glock inside the party nigga play he get his own merch
Yeah he on a shirt
I'm geeked up feeling like a nerd
We serve on first and third both my phones going berserk
I won't let em cross me, I send em to church
I got tired of losses, that shit left me hurt
I'm locked in with my patnas we gone put that money first
I'm tryna Dodge Charges tryna get my mom a Vert
Fuck what they say about me they know Camo put in work
He couldn't get a lick he beefin' with his tongue if he freeze with that stick he not DSD1
I been on some other shit I'm tryna run it up
Tryna get us all rich, I really came from none
Can't beef over small shit, you dyin' if it's up
Before I took a win I took a million losses
The one you think you with the first ones try to cross you
I done seen it all go bad that shit was awful
All I know is get my lick back that's what they taught me
I wake up go get the racks these niggas don't work hard as me
My shit just be back to back these niggas don't got bars like me
Camo Asthma Attack, It's smoke I make it hard to breathe
And just like mouthwash, these hoes gargle me
These hoes gargle me like twitter these hoes follow me
I told her swallow me
Since a youngin' knew who I would be
And I got me a lil short bitch she from DC
That's my eenie miney moe
I might just hit that lil bitch and make that bitch curl up her toes
Smokin' on this Indoor Outdoor nigga I got different smoke
Bitch just tried to diss me I guess that's just what her friends is for
My patna turned to enemy I guess these niggas friends and foe
If yeen tryna help me why the fuck you in the kitchen for?
Yeah, she blocked me guess that's what her friends is for,
Yeah no washing machine they know came been gettin' loads
Yeah they watching me I stick and move I'm staying low
She talking bout Celine I told her get on all fours
Monopoly I'm tryna stack up all these cho's
Yeah, she topping me I told her baby take it slow
Now she on top of me she ride it like a rodeo
She thought I was a shrimp
She fucked around and caught the holy ghost
Un Uh bitch move that hand, bitch I'm finna go berserk
She like daddy can you nut
I'm like no bitch I popped a perc
Bitch I'm a hot boy
Just like Weezy, BG, and that nigga Turk
It's getting hot inside this party just like Nelly gone take off my shirt
Glock inside the party nigga play he get his own merch
Yeah he on a shirt
I'm geeked up feeling like a nerd
We serve on first and third both my phones going berserk
I won't let em cross me, I send em to church
I got tired of losses, that shit left me hurt
I'm locked in with my patnas we gone put that money first
I'm tryna Dodge Charges tryna get my mom a Vert
Fuck what they say about me they know Camo put in work
Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Williams
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