Improvision Freestyle

Riding on the interstate
En route to a play or two
Improvision
Shit was really one but I made it two
I was made for this
Should get paid for this
I was made for riches
To get paid from bitches

Pick your bm up
Then we slide to eat
Afterwards
I whip this dick out
Here's another feast
Producers hit my line
Like here's another beat
I just showed ig some bread
Now
Here's another beef

I hit state to state with the freight
Just to get rich
Shorty must want kids
Because that pussy playing mind tricks
I tell the bitch
Shit less stressful
If you don't hide shit
Baby call me cold
Because I'm spitting all this hot shit

Niggas quit
Give up on shit
And they don't go far
Well connected
Nigga I'm good with only one bar

Shit hard
Can't no nigga in this shit
Dampen my star
Two hundred acres six kids
Garage full of cars

Nigga I be snapping
Cut your shit off it's in none sense
Baby pussy decent
I might take her out the projects
Pretty smile
Big titties with hustle
You a prospect
I might hit a nigga with an uhh
Foreign object

I'm a dreamer
Inhaling reefer
Out in st. Regis
White bitch smoke rock
Asap out in Sweden
Elegante nigga spit cold shit
So prestigious
Rap shit make you see shit
Take a bitch to Eden
Paradise

If I fuck
You in luck
Like a pair of dice
On the road for a month
I know sacrifice
Nigga do it for yourself
I say fuck the hype
Nigga ain't ya dogg
And that bitch ain't ya wife

If you come with that bullshit
Baby Im'a eat it
Relationship fried
But I'm crispy
Baby no reheating
If I ever told a bitch
I love her
I don't mean it
I'll take your bitch
And move in with her
Call it skeeting

Shout out ye



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Writer(s): Brandon Lancaster
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