Side Hustle Freestyle
Big rims sitting up I can never trust a slut
Hit it from the back than I bust up on her butt
Me and pig switching hoes like a nigga flows
He fucking on my bitch right now she thinking I don't know
But I'm fucking on her friend and her other friend too
Bitch I'm playa hoes knowing how i do
Never spit a wack verse, bitch I'm Kobe in the booth
Fish hopping out coupe this bitch getting loose
Went to eishenhauer put some gold on my tooth
I ain't Paul Pierce but I'm feeling like the truth
Most these bitches hoes I ain't guessing got the proof
I ain't tryna be yo man bitch I'm just tryna goose
A nigga being honest so lose the attitude
Show some gratitude, cause yo daddy home boo
I was bout to Reek and tell him write a verse
But than ah nigga got greedy whole song getting murked
I could get white, I could get weed
I'm your Pusha man nigga tell me what you need
Hoe kinda salty cause I left she not my speed
Told her I got needs, she like what you mean?
You do too much talking not enough on your knees
A nigga like me really need to be pleased
She like what you mean, no need to explain
I hate arguing, but I love getting brain
Flows is insane don't know who to blame
Tryna get this money tryna stay up out that cage
Wife'd a thot hoe cause she love getting paid
And we both bad so she ain't tryna get saved
And me I ain't no preacher, I ain't tryna teach her
Back in middle school I tried to holla at my teacher
Boy my pimp game really flying off the meter
Fuck her I don't eat her, miss her I don't need her, nigga
Hit it from the back than I bust up on her butt
Me and pig switching hoes like a nigga flows
He fucking on my bitch right now she thinking I don't know
But I'm fucking on her friend and her other friend too
Bitch I'm playa hoes knowing how i do
Never spit a wack verse, bitch I'm Kobe in the booth
Fish hopping out coupe this bitch getting loose
Went to eishenhauer put some gold on my tooth
I ain't Paul Pierce but I'm feeling like the truth
Most these bitches hoes I ain't guessing got the proof
I ain't tryna be yo man bitch I'm just tryna goose
A nigga being honest so lose the attitude
Show some gratitude, cause yo daddy home boo
I was bout to Reek and tell him write a verse
But than ah nigga got greedy whole song getting murked
I could get white, I could get weed
I'm your Pusha man nigga tell me what you need
Hoe kinda salty cause I left she not my speed
Told her I got needs, she like what you mean?
You do too much talking not enough on your knees
A nigga like me really need to be pleased
She like what you mean, no need to explain
I hate arguing, but I love getting brain
Flows is insane don't know who to blame
Tryna get this money tryna stay up out that cage
Wife'd a thot hoe cause she love getting paid
And we both bad so she ain't tryna get saved
And me I ain't no preacher, I ain't tryna teach her
Back in middle school I tried to holla at my teacher
Boy my pimp game really flying off the meter
Fuck her I don't eat her, miss her I don't need her, nigga
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Writer(s): Xavier Brown
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