Freestyle (feat. YFG Lucci & Cwiz2x)

You know what it is, you know what it is
We all in ya crib Its Lucci n Wiz
We all with the shits we bagging it up
We gettin' it rich
We fuckin' ya bitch she suckin' the dick I stay wit the stick
If you run up on me the choppa go blick and I will not miss
And I run with the gang you know how we bang my niggas no lame no
You try and go diss we aim at yo head we hang ropes
And I aim at ya motherfuckin' throat
Bitch I'm driving the motherfuckin' boat
And the gang you know it's cut throat
And I ride with my motherfuckin' squad
All my niggas you know we so live
All my niggas they do or die
If you go against me than you die
Get a pair them angels'll fly
Kill a nigga if he touch the 5
And you know that I rep the 5
Pass the beat to my nigga he slide
Cwiz man give em the vibe

Grt grt that nigga done died
You saying ya prayers while he up in the sky
My niggas always stay scoring you take one of mine then we take about five
Bullets connect, call it wifi
Popeyes chicken, nigga got fried
Then I'm right back to the hood where I link with the guys but I stay with the 9

These rappers are food
They feeding you cap and I'm not in the mood
They all transparent like bruce
I see right through you a bitch dressed as a dude
I wouldn't drop if I get to the top like a coupe
They got me caged up like I'm in a zoo
Bars got me trapping myself in a booth
My table is straight without eating with you
Tik tok clip gon get you screened
Grip that kickback make me lean
Double that clip up like codeine
I line em up like it's promethazine
No running back I come through for the team
Take off like a jet I'm runnin' up green
Ring like a bell Leveon with the beam



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Writer(s): Matt Thomas
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