Punk Bitch Freestyle

I stuff a glock in my bitch pocket
Bitch stop it
You are just another target
I let the dogs out, but you know they ain't barking
Yea they quiet, coming creeping round ya local market
Pushing P, nah we pulling some teeth
I put in em in they seat
Fuck a vibe, we catching heat

Catch a case catch a body
Imma take my chance
Imma kill the party
Scare the hoes
Tell the bros to kick rocks
Imma bump this tune
In a high end loft
I never stop
I'm knocking at your mansion with a stick
This a captain Philip sitch
You better jump ship

Bars cleaner than soap, the Mactavish
Got rhymes so fat, they consider fasting
Im in the stratus
Yuppies maddened
By my talent
I pose candid with no practice
I don't need no fucking fake status
Im a miracle, a muthafucking fate magnet



Credits
Writer(s): Rene Huels
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