Avocados Freestyle

First off wake up
Thank God I'm not like these niggas
Woah, woah, thank God I'm not like these niggas
I just cooked up me some pasta
Right now I'm high like a rasta
My bitch she still up at college
She like to pop lock and drop it
I'm about to say something cliché
Going broke is not an option
I'm about to say something cliché
I don't think nobody hotter than me
I'm about to say something cliché
It's all about the cream
It's all in these jeans
The fuck do you mean
Sign with the team
Addicted to green
The power like rangers
Attack at an angle

She got some stripes like a bengal
She want to fuck with the bang bros
I'm about to fuck on a J-Lo
They gon' watch me like I'm cable
Keeping it low with my handles
Man look I got this shit handled
Yea boy I got this shit handled
Balling like Julius Randle
And I, came back, harder
Stronger, swagger
Super terrific, yea
Stupid bitch, got no stain
Speakers knocking, Erika Kane
Lonely, loner, stoner
Grown up, hold up, hold up
Check up, flex up
Shut up, what up, what up
Yea yea what up
I'm in the A right now tell her wassup
What's up, what's up, what's up
What's up, what's up, what's up
What's up, what's up, what's up
What's up, what's up

First off wake up
Thank God I'm not like these niggas
Woah, woah, thank God I'm not like these niggas
I just cooked up me some pasta
Right now I'm high like a rasta
My bitch she still up at college
She like to pop lock and drop it
I'm about to say something cliché
Going broke is not an option
I'm about to say something cliché
I don't think nobody hotter than me
I'm about to say something cliché
It's all about the cream
It's all in these jeans
The fuck do you mean
Sign with the team
Addicted to green
The power like rangers
Attack at an angle



Credits
Writer(s): Pryce Watkins
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