Ran$om Freestyle

My pockets obese
Shopping don't play with that budget
I play with your bitch
I came in and tap tap that
Swear that this shit been too easy
Fuck all that fake I don't need it
I got the digits it's lit
The pack is legit
Im bagging this shit
Im trapping and snapping and packing I get
I'm back on the end and I'm going in
We need the bands up
I try get my bands up
Don't try get my gas up
Try talk but they can't pass none
Shawty shake that ass I ain't worried bout your mans now
I can't put no cap on
I run that shit with ransom
Two step on that beat
Dolo
I'm tryna get my bag now
I'm tryna get this cash out
I wanna flex them bands now
You tryna give me a hand out yeah
I'm slimey I'm lit
I crippled lil bitch in the back of the whip
She shlanging a tit
All of these bands are fucking up plans
Don't run at my mans
I shoot at the opps I get in the van
She get on my tip we run in advance
I been on sight when I taste your cake
Hop in the back just to get a free plate
Shawty been flaking on me she a fake
Hop on the drop the top on the stake
She finna take the life out of me yeah
No love yeah this bitch got no love
I dont fuck with no one
Fuck with no one yeah this bitch got
Yeah, she slobber the tip
She slang on my d
I'm fucking the bitch in the back of the whip
She slobble the top
We bang on a bitch we bang on her uhh
I bang on her clit
Slat
Yeah
Fuck all that fake I don't need it
Suck on my soul and make me a demon
All my old thrills lost meaning
Tell you the truth act like I don't mean it
Take it or leave it
Show me shawty with the bunule
People pleasers cannot come my way
Why I been indicted for the finer things
How I flew the money in a paper plane
Anha a what
It's all for the same bitch
I put them back on the map
It's only way up
The gps tryna reroute
It's all for the city I'm from
There's so many sold they selves to be fake
My pockets were dry that shit felt like a flake
And I cannot flex on some fake shit, anha
And now you can roll with unruly gang
I got the keys and the gas I'm hooligan
I'm on the bull
Bout to fuck up a bully
And beat on this beat
How she bleed on it
I'm going in like I'm a maniac
I'm blinded but I could not fold
I'm thinking too much
Now I feel like a brainiac
The liquor up all in my cranium
Looking for a better me
I tell you that source
Cause I need the remedy ugh
I dribble like Bellamy
Scoring that pack and it's like a celery
Finessing since 17
And I got the words this shit you could never read
This shit in my memory
I'm finna find me a bird with a pedigree
It's unrelated but you need to bear with me
And she wanna lay wimme
Just pull up and lay with me
She wanna play with my hair
You know that I never care



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Writer(s): Nsubuga Tendo
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