Rappers Treat Freestyle

Dropped two bricks on my whip
Peanut butter seats with the racing yellow strip
Tapping on the gas it's ten seconds down the strip
Yes I got the traction with Farrelli auto grip
And my jewelry super cold
Jesus piece on the Cuban yea it's something to behold
Get the money while I stroll
Like I'm drizzy put an a at the end of my control
Yea end of my control
Got a bitch out in Caicos best belive she center fold
And I'm sipping on patron
The breeze in the palms so good for the soul

I'm going back to the basics
Got the hunger in my stummy see a bag and I chase it
I done ran me up a check tunnel vision like it's lasik
Yeah the freshman came to play upperclassmen have to face it
In the studio just floating on the beat
This ain't delight call this the rappers treat
They was mounting they attack but tell they ass retreat
Cause you better come correct shit over here ain't sweet



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Writer(s): Noah Martins
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