Goofball Freestyle
Man, can't wait till I'm doin' hella shows
Bro keep talkin', he gon' be layin' with the crows
Just chillin' with my friends, never worried 'bout my foes
Lil' boy know your place or you'll be red like a rose
Rudolph, red dot, finna hit him in the nose
Told me nut on her face, down below now it snows
Now she all up in my closet tryin' on different clothes
Don't even know what to say but I know that
(I just) wanna get me some bread (for real)
(I just) wanna get me some head (for real)
(I just) need to get me some lead (indeed)
For my pencil because I do not own a firearm (definitely joking)
(I just) wanna get rich heavily (not joking about that)
(I just) wanna go someplace heavenly (yessir)
(I just) wanna tell 'em all to rest in peace (haha, jump in)
Niggas switched, so I detached like joycons
Yo girl turn it up 'cause she know my songs on
Lookin back, man I'm so glad I stayed strong
Made myself a name and showed my haters that they wrong
Just got in the game, yeah ain't nobody knew me
Tried to put a vet on, I'm not talkin 'bout the Louis
Bounced back from my lowest, got some crystals handed to me
Up the pete on a nigga, turn his brains into stewie
Speeding on I-75, that's a mega fine
Off that first verse, you could say I'm a family guy
Oh shit, I forgot Meg, damn I tried
Everybody else forgets Meg and so did I
I don't need sense from your ten friends, I got a dime
Niggas actin' tough, but when I snap back, they whine
She wanna fuck with me but I don't snap back, I'm fine
They swear they ahead, I just got a snap back on mine
Ain't nobody tough for real that's why they just talk online
I been moving to a
Ah, damn it
Tired of these instagram bots straight spammin'
On a plane I don't even know what state I'll land in
Oh well, finna touch down, yeah we landin'
Drive to the club, but I only brought a band in
Sike, nigga you must be stupid
Walk up in the club and I throw ten bands in
They know who I am, so they escorting the man in
Wanna hear some drums, so I told 'em bring the band in
Met me a baddie, brought her home, put it in, got some food
Dropped her off, now I call that shit a damn win
You won't catch me worryin' 'bout girls, just dividends
Don't fuck with jakes, don't fuck with that nigga Finn
We ain't have a burner, so we ended up throwing hands
Went Turner on a nigga, gave that boy a Crimson Chin
Bro keep talkin', he gon' be layin' with the crows
Just chillin' with my friends, never worried 'bout my foes
Lil' boy know your place or you'll be red like a rose
Rudolph, red dot, finna hit him in the nose
Told me nut on her face, down below now it snows
Now she all up in my closet tryin' on different clothes
Don't even know what to say but I know that
(I just) wanna get me some bread (for real)
(I just) wanna get me some head (for real)
(I just) need to get me some lead (indeed)
For my pencil because I do not own a firearm (definitely joking)
(I just) wanna get rich heavily (not joking about that)
(I just) wanna go someplace heavenly (yessir)
(I just) wanna tell 'em all to rest in peace (haha, jump in)
Niggas switched, so I detached like joycons
Yo girl turn it up 'cause she know my songs on
Lookin back, man I'm so glad I stayed strong
Made myself a name and showed my haters that they wrong
Just got in the game, yeah ain't nobody knew me
Tried to put a vet on, I'm not talkin 'bout the Louis
Bounced back from my lowest, got some crystals handed to me
Up the pete on a nigga, turn his brains into stewie
Speeding on I-75, that's a mega fine
Off that first verse, you could say I'm a family guy
Oh shit, I forgot Meg, damn I tried
Everybody else forgets Meg and so did I
I don't need sense from your ten friends, I got a dime
Niggas actin' tough, but when I snap back, they whine
She wanna fuck with me but I don't snap back, I'm fine
They swear they ahead, I just got a snap back on mine
Ain't nobody tough for real that's why they just talk online
I been moving to a
Ah, damn it
Tired of these instagram bots straight spammin'
On a plane I don't even know what state I'll land in
Oh well, finna touch down, yeah we landin'
Drive to the club, but I only brought a band in
Sike, nigga you must be stupid
Walk up in the club and I throw ten bands in
They know who I am, so they escorting the man in
Wanna hear some drums, so I told 'em bring the band in
Met me a baddie, brought her home, put it in, got some food
Dropped her off, now I call that shit a damn win
You won't catch me worryin' 'bout girls, just dividends
Don't fuck with jakes, don't fuck with that nigga Finn
We ain't have a burner, so we ended up throwing hands
Went Turner on a nigga, gave that boy a Crimson Chin
Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Stephens
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