Whiskey Freestyle
Back to the basics
They acting, they faking
Sending shots, we dodging bullets like the matrix
Know we gon make it, we patient
I won't get involved if the money ain't the conversation
Told me she love me, she wanna have my baby
She wanna cuff me, like bitch are you crazy
Drowned in that pussy, someone call the Navy
You testing my patience, turn you to a patient
If I go broke, I might whip up a pot
I did a show off the za', I was high
Lost his appetite, she feeding him lies
He talking shit, send that boy to the sky
Pull out the lot
Is she a hoe or not, we gon find out
Talk like I love her, I really do not
Jump on the dick bitch, hop scotch
I'm underrated
I hop out the all black whip feeling faded, I'm ready to hit
And then everyday got a different bitch pulling up to the crib and they're ready to lick
When they see me, they hating
But I do not blame em
I'm prolly upstairs in my room with your bitch
And that bitch still in school and she getting straight A's
When she pull up on me, all she get is the D
Ready to feast
Pass on the beat let me go a lil silly
Billionaire dick she calling it Billy
Money can talk but also does killing
Got the bitch hooked
Like I went out fishing
She saw me with four other bitches
She stressing
She want me to cuff her
Like she going to prison
Swagga so high, it's passing the ceiling
Blunt geeky yeah, it's giving my feelings
Only show feelings when a nigga high
She told me to love her
I told her I'll try
Geeked with shlimes
We get chinesed then we fill up some crimes
Bros before hoes so we sharing our pies
Fucked her so good that she thought she was flying
Like what's on my feet your bitch wanna slide
Real gangsters ain't gotta pull up, no signs
Gambiling in primary school ask Jesus Christ
Went through hell
Still I never actually cried
Checking their raps and then checking their lives
Honestly most of these niggas is lying
Oh I been rapping, I ain't even tired
This light work really
I ain't even tryin'
My mouth a gun
So every bar is firing
Me, Jimmy dragons
When we spit its fire
Yessirr
Gang
Gang, Gang, Gang
They acting, they faking
Sending shots, we dodging bullets like the matrix
Know we gon make it, we patient
I won't get involved if the money ain't the conversation
Told me she love me, she wanna have my baby
She wanna cuff me, like bitch are you crazy
Drowned in that pussy, someone call the Navy
You testing my patience, turn you to a patient
If I go broke, I might whip up a pot
I did a show off the za', I was high
Lost his appetite, she feeding him lies
He talking shit, send that boy to the sky
Pull out the lot
Is she a hoe or not, we gon find out
Talk like I love her, I really do not
Jump on the dick bitch, hop scotch
I'm underrated
I hop out the all black whip feeling faded, I'm ready to hit
And then everyday got a different bitch pulling up to the crib and they're ready to lick
When they see me, they hating
But I do not blame em
I'm prolly upstairs in my room with your bitch
And that bitch still in school and she getting straight A's
When she pull up on me, all she get is the D
Ready to feast
Pass on the beat let me go a lil silly
Billionaire dick she calling it Billy
Money can talk but also does killing
Got the bitch hooked
Like I went out fishing
She saw me with four other bitches
She stressing
She want me to cuff her
Like she going to prison
Swagga so high, it's passing the ceiling
Blunt geeky yeah, it's giving my feelings
Only show feelings when a nigga high
She told me to love her
I told her I'll try
Geeked with shlimes
We get chinesed then we fill up some crimes
Bros before hoes so we sharing our pies
Fucked her so good that she thought she was flying
Like what's on my feet your bitch wanna slide
Real gangsters ain't gotta pull up, no signs
Gambiling in primary school ask Jesus Christ
Went through hell
Still I never actually cried
Checking their raps and then checking their lives
Honestly most of these niggas is lying
Oh I been rapping, I ain't even tired
This light work really
I ain't even tryin'
My mouth a gun
So every bar is firing
Me, Jimmy dragons
When we spit its fire
Yessirr
Gang
Gang, Gang, Gang
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Katende
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