Freestyle 1

(Neilaworld) oh my God, he on X Games mode

All you do is lose, you come in last, I come in first
All she want me to do is make her laugh and take off her shirt
When I fuck my bitch, I don't even make her take off her skirt
'Cause when we fuck and split, yeah, she know I'ma make her cum first
If you ain't talking money, lil' boy, I don't wanna converse
And before I do anythin', I roll up a blunt and pour some syrup
And when I'm not high, it's easy for you to get on my nerves
And if the feds catch me, they gon' try and put me under the dirt

I got a Glock with a switch and a stick with a shell catcher
If I up it, boy, I swear I won't miss, I put that on my gang, yes sir
I put that on my gang, yes sir
I put that on my gang, for sure
And if you want some smoke, if you want some problem
Then shit, lil' nigga, let's go
Huh, I just fuck my bitch good and rock out my show
I'm on the Southside, I got a big .9 and a big K to tote
If I wanna get high, got a whole pint and a whole P to smoke

Bitch, I got more money and more weed than George Jung got blow
And I stay low-key, but I'm still poppin' my shit on the low
That Maybach drive itself
I don't even gotta touch the wheel, that bitch just go
And before I got rich, I been poppin' my shit from head to toe
Swaggin' shit from head to toe
Fuckin' bitches that you know
Huh, let me switch up my flow
I been performing coast to coast

Ridin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah, this a ghost
I celebrate every day, yeah, make a toast
I be flexin' every day, yeah, still don't post it
She said you low-key, and she love how I stroke it
Racks stuffed in my jeans, it's hard for her to stay focused
She said she love me, but I already noticed
She want double C, I bought that lil' bitch a coach
All I see is me 'cause I know all these hoes on go
I'm stiff on everybody, I'm not easy to approach

And I'm pullin' up 'bout it, I up that stick if I don't know you
Wet your whole gang up like water, yeah, this stick a super soaker
Hit him in his leg, made him do the Hokey Pokey
I hit her from the back, this bitch can't do nothin' but fold up
I told this bitch I lied, she believed everything I told her
I told that bitch I got six wives, and she ain't give no fucks
She just wanna live it up

Yeah, she just wanna go shoppin' and go on a lil' date
Huh, she just wanna get laid, yeah
I just wanna get paid, yeah
Designer my shades, yeah
Designer my feet
Diamonds all white like grits
I was down bad on my dick

I ain't have nothin', nigga, I ain't have shit
Now I'm gettin' money, yeah, yeah, I'm the shit, uh
You ain't gettin' nothin', yeah, yeah, you ain't shit, uh
You ain't got no money, but you worried 'bout that bitch, huh
If you ain't got no bitches, why you all on my dick?
I been puttin' in too much time, too much work for this shit
And I ain't never in my feelings, I don't never gotta vent

All you do is lose, you come in last, I come in first (Yeah)
All she want me to do is make her laugh and take off her shirt
When I fuck my bitch, I don't even make her take off her skirt
'Cause when we fuck and split, yeah, she know I'ma make her cum first
If you ain't talkin' money, lil' boy, I don't wanna converse
And before I do anything, I roll up a blunt and pour some syrup
And when I'm not high, it's easy for you to get on my nerves
And if the feds catch me, they gon' try and put me under the dirt



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Writer(s): Thomas Ross, Pierre Thevenot, Stefan Lucian Cismigiu, Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr.
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