Hazy Freestyle 3.26.22
Wooooh
I know y'all feel like this a
Good evening
Or or morning or
Man fuck all that shit
We don't give a fuck about the time of day
Oh yeah... we back
I mean we say we back
But honestly
We ain't never really left
But it seems like
Y'all done forgot who the fuck we are
And uh, Now we gotta discipline you
Hmmhehheh
Matter of fact
Matter of fact
Matter of fact I'm not
I'm not gon say too much
Imma
Imma let my mans holla at you
You see the kid is
He's in the back
He got a lil something for you
To get kicking
I got some white runtz in the back
That I gotta finish rolling up
So I can get high
I get high
Get high
I ain't raise no havoc in a minute
I just sit and watch you daily
Contemplating
If I should let you dirty niggas live
Dont do no caps but I just flipped my lid
You don't get me but in layman's terms
You pussies don't know what you just did
You gon respect me tho
Or get hit wid a colder flow
I don't play with you I send my mans
That's a pick and roll
I barely know your wife
But she dealing wid a nigga
Like he just upped it
And put his balls under a mistletoe
Sorry baby safe to say I was born a gigilo
You struggling For commitment
But I ain't built to keep a hoe
Is it Confidence or delusion I don't even know
She thought she couldn't stand me
Till I got her in her pantyhose
Still got these niggas mad
Attention I'm the fuckin man
All according to plan
Massacre niggas like the son of Sam
Stay flyer than Peter Pan
Before he can get off the hook
And snort the golden glitter
Thats coming outta tinker's ass
Don't take this lightly
I might be
Prone to show you niggas this tech
And I don't mean Nike
Your
Chance of survival is slim
Not very likely
I'm changing my mind
When the scope got you in sight, see
We cut up different
I'm who these niggas pretend to be
I don't need friends so what the fuck I need with enemies
They sending shots
And they think it's gon be the end of me
Nigga I stays on fire like the Bronx in the 70's
I'm Lost in the sauce but I still got the recipe
Y'all just after thoughts
I should put you in parenthesis
Peep the weaponry
How you boutta surpass me
If I'm living in your heads rent free
With amenities
Yeah nigga
Yeah I already told y'all
That My man D.O.G.theK.I.D
Was gon come through
And be able to blaze y'all cats down
Now y'all think y'all big cat
Y'all think y'all dick swang
But guess what?
Y'all some pussy ass niggas
(Fuck what you heard)
(Fuck what you talking bout)
D.O.G
I know y'all feel like this a
Good evening
Or or morning or
Man fuck all that shit
We don't give a fuck about the time of day
Oh yeah... we back
I mean we say we back
But honestly
We ain't never really left
But it seems like
Y'all done forgot who the fuck we are
And uh, Now we gotta discipline you
Hmmhehheh
Matter of fact
Matter of fact
Matter of fact I'm not
I'm not gon say too much
Imma
Imma let my mans holla at you
You see the kid is
He's in the back
He got a lil something for you
To get kicking
I got some white runtz in the back
That I gotta finish rolling up
So I can get high
I get high
Get high
I ain't raise no havoc in a minute
I just sit and watch you daily
Contemplating
If I should let you dirty niggas live
Dont do no caps but I just flipped my lid
You don't get me but in layman's terms
You pussies don't know what you just did
You gon respect me tho
Or get hit wid a colder flow
I don't play with you I send my mans
That's a pick and roll
I barely know your wife
But she dealing wid a nigga
Like he just upped it
And put his balls under a mistletoe
Sorry baby safe to say I was born a gigilo
You struggling For commitment
But I ain't built to keep a hoe
Is it Confidence or delusion I don't even know
She thought she couldn't stand me
Till I got her in her pantyhose
Still got these niggas mad
Attention I'm the fuckin man
All according to plan
Massacre niggas like the son of Sam
Stay flyer than Peter Pan
Before he can get off the hook
And snort the golden glitter
Thats coming outta tinker's ass
Don't take this lightly
I might be
Prone to show you niggas this tech
And I don't mean Nike
Your
Chance of survival is slim
Not very likely
I'm changing my mind
When the scope got you in sight, see
We cut up different
I'm who these niggas pretend to be
I don't need friends so what the fuck I need with enemies
They sending shots
And they think it's gon be the end of me
Nigga I stays on fire like the Bronx in the 70's
I'm Lost in the sauce but I still got the recipe
Y'all just after thoughts
I should put you in parenthesis
Peep the weaponry
How you boutta surpass me
If I'm living in your heads rent free
With amenities
Yeah nigga
Yeah I already told y'all
That My man D.O.G.theK.I.D
Was gon come through
And be able to blaze y'all cats down
Now y'all think y'all big cat
Y'all think y'all dick swang
But guess what?
Y'all some pussy ass niggas
(Fuck what you heard)
(Fuck what you talking bout)
D.O.G
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