Jimmy Cooks Freestyle
Bitch don't make a move
Before you get cut, I'm the barber
Up in Malibu I need that
Beech house, Charlie harper
Swingin' through the city
Like my name was Peter Parker
Back when we was picknies
They would call us black bastards
Just like prodigy my team
Will kill your army
Litt in the party. Sippin on Bacardi
Time to get it started
All up on the kid
Got your bitch pussy farting
Putting on a show like she performing
At the garden
Then you rang her phone
Started arguing
You ain't got no point
Like when the rocket lost James harden
Claiming you a G not even half it
If I get a meal with my nigga
Ima half it
Real up in the field, took a chase
And made the car skid. Why these faggots wanna see me in my casket
Mal her favorite artist
My aim immaculate and you looking
Like a target
Needa hear a real slappa so I made one
I'm authentic niggas capping they sum fake 1s
If the trap get slow gotta take sutten need get the fuck up Out the hood and make sutten
Pull up inna foreign it's a nice whip busy signal because I'm working on the night shift
Rap don't work like Marlon Wayne
I'll sell the white chick
Fuck these niggas up Mike Tyson
Needa hear a real slappa so I made one
I'm authentic niggas capping they sum fake 1s
If the trap get slow gotta take sutten need get the fuck up Out the hood and make sutten
Pull up inna foreign it's a nice whip busy signal because I'm working on the night shift
Rap don't work like Marlon Wayne
I'll sell the white chick
Fuck these niggas up Mike Tyson
Mula he a phsyco ever violated got your karma, cos I'm spiteful
Pussy couldn't kill me with a head start
And a rifle
Look up to myself fuck a idle
I put niggas on like they my child
In and out the trenches
Ain't want the pack by my sack
Stashed it by the benches
Fuck her like I meant it
But she know I didn't
Got offended Finnessed the whole batch Feel splendid
What the fuck you want
Cos you can get it
Give you medicine like paramedics
Bought that bitch a BBL
Just for the aesthetics
Anything I did I don't regret it
High as fuck from the devils lettuce
Needa hear a real slappa so I made one
I'm authentic niggas capping they sum fake 1s
If the trap get slow gotta take sutten need get the fuck up Out the hood and make sutten
Pull up inna foreign it's a nice whip busy signal because I'm working on the night shift
Rap don't work like Marlon Wayne
I'll sell the white chick
Fuck these niggas up Mike Tyson
Before you get cut, I'm the barber
Up in Malibu I need that
Beech house, Charlie harper
Swingin' through the city
Like my name was Peter Parker
Back when we was picknies
They would call us black bastards
Just like prodigy my team
Will kill your army
Litt in the party. Sippin on Bacardi
Time to get it started
All up on the kid
Got your bitch pussy farting
Putting on a show like she performing
At the garden
Then you rang her phone
Started arguing
You ain't got no point
Like when the rocket lost James harden
Claiming you a G not even half it
If I get a meal with my nigga
Ima half it
Real up in the field, took a chase
And made the car skid. Why these faggots wanna see me in my casket
Mal her favorite artist
My aim immaculate and you looking
Like a target
Needa hear a real slappa so I made one
I'm authentic niggas capping they sum fake 1s
If the trap get slow gotta take sutten need get the fuck up Out the hood and make sutten
Pull up inna foreign it's a nice whip busy signal because I'm working on the night shift
Rap don't work like Marlon Wayne
I'll sell the white chick
Fuck these niggas up Mike Tyson
Needa hear a real slappa so I made one
I'm authentic niggas capping they sum fake 1s
If the trap get slow gotta take sutten need get the fuck up Out the hood and make sutten
Pull up inna foreign it's a nice whip busy signal because I'm working on the night shift
Rap don't work like Marlon Wayne
I'll sell the white chick
Fuck these niggas up Mike Tyson
Mula he a phsyco ever violated got your karma, cos I'm spiteful
Pussy couldn't kill me with a head start
And a rifle
Look up to myself fuck a idle
I put niggas on like they my child
In and out the trenches
Ain't want the pack by my sack
Stashed it by the benches
Fuck her like I meant it
But she know I didn't
Got offended Finnessed the whole batch Feel splendid
What the fuck you want
Cos you can get it
Give you medicine like paramedics
Bought that bitch a BBL
Just for the aesthetics
Anything I did I don't regret it
High as fuck from the devils lettuce
Needa hear a real slappa so I made one
I'm authentic niggas capping they sum fake 1s
If the trap get slow gotta take sutten need get the fuck up Out the hood and make sutten
Pull up inna foreign it's a nice whip busy signal because I'm working on the night shift
Rap don't work like Marlon Wayne
I'll sell the white chick
Fuck these niggas up Mike Tyson
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Writer(s): Malaike Madden
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