Fast & Furious Freestyle
I dare fuck boy try me
Bitch, this GLOCK stuck to me like we Siamese
Since a youngin', play with chopsticks like I'm Chinese
Only shooting from the neck up like an ID
Million dollar plays, put the team on it
Brand new Gen5 GLOCK, put a beam on it
Steppin' on necks, shoeprints say Supreme on it
Talkin' money, sex and drugs, you know we on it
Finally got some change like a wishing well, tuh
It ain't Taco Tuesday but we're giving shells
He was a rat, had the judge out here giving L's
In elementary school, he was prolly tattletale
I can't shake cuhs' hand, I don't know him
This .44 ain't nothing homo, it's finna blow him
Think I'm just a rapper, tuh, I'm finna show him
Speakin' on my dead homies so you know we on him
Leave the car running on missions, we never park it
Try us first then it's fireworks the way we spark it
Ain't got no money for war, should've never started
Suppressor on that bitch, you would think somebody farted
Tuh, I be so surprised how I made it out
Opps hella mad they can't take me out
Got his addy, throw a barbecue, we stake it out
GPS, I'll make a left, I'm on his paper route
She just want to fuck me cause I rap
Only time you gangsta when you're logging on a app
I can't do a show if they don't let me bring my strap
Got cheese like Chucky but I ain't no fucking rat
Uh, could've bought Diors but I spent it on a glocky
What's the point of shoes when they try to come and pop me?
So much ice around me, keep a stick like it's hockey
Heard he got grilled in your face like hibachi
Yeah, I'm speaking big facts
I get glad every time I get big bags
Take one of mines, I'ma slide 'til I get back
Ride all day like we took a trip to Six Flags
They don't want no smoke 'cause these niggas already know the deal
Please don't let us catch him slippin', that's gon' be an overkill
When your brother die, nigga, that's when you're supposed to drill
.223's knock off his ear like he Holyfield
That boy pussy, we gon' make him bleed, period
How y'all tryna beef with no cash? I'm just curious
30-Round clip in the stash, it was serious
Merk him, do the dash like we're Fast and Furious
Bitch, this GLOCK stuck to me like we Siamese
Since a youngin', play with chopsticks like I'm Chinese
Only shooting from the neck up like an ID
Million dollar plays, put the team on it
Brand new Gen5 GLOCK, put a beam on it
Steppin' on necks, shoeprints say Supreme on it
Talkin' money, sex and drugs, you know we on it
Finally got some change like a wishing well, tuh
It ain't Taco Tuesday but we're giving shells
He was a rat, had the judge out here giving L's
In elementary school, he was prolly tattletale
I can't shake cuhs' hand, I don't know him
This .44 ain't nothing homo, it's finna blow him
Think I'm just a rapper, tuh, I'm finna show him
Speakin' on my dead homies so you know we on him
Leave the car running on missions, we never park it
Try us first then it's fireworks the way we spark it
Ain't got no money for war, should've never started
Suppressor on that bitch, you would think somebody farted
Tuh, I be so surprised how I made it out
Opps hella mad they can't take me out
Got his addy, throw a barbecue, we stake it out
GPS, I'll make a left, I'm on his paper route
She just want to fuck me cause I rap
Only time you gangsta when you're logging on a app
I can't do a show if they don't let me bring my strap
Got cheese like Chucky but I ain't no fucking rat
Uh, could've bought Diors but I spent it on a glocky
What's the point of shoes when they try to come and pop me?
So much ice around me, keep a stick like it's hockey
Heard he got grilled in your face like hibachi
Yeah, I'm speaking big facts
I get glad every time I get big bags
Take one of mines, I'ma slide 'til I get back
Ride all day like we took a trip to Six Flags
They don't want no smoke 'cause these niggas already know the deal
Please don't let us catch him slippin', that's gon' be an overkill
When your brother die, nigga, that's when you're supposed to drill
.223's knock off his ear like he Holyfield
That boy pussy, we gon' make him bleed, period
How y'all tryna beef with no cash? I'm just curious
30-Round clip in the stash, it was serious
Merk him, do the dash like we're Fast and Furious
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Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Alex Pham
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