Wildwood Freestyle

If I shake the dice
Best some money
She gonna blow it
It's trey three up in this bitch
But fuck a bitch I'm not heroic
Only time she stepping out
When she stepping out promoting
Ya these beats is what I'm eating
But that biscuits what I'm toting
From the trenches and them roaches
Itchy bugs that's from the sofa
Why I'm quick to take ya shit
Then go hotbox in my corolla
Fore' my mama get to bitchen
Take yo feet up off that sofa
We gonna really get to tripping
Catch you slipping
Then game over
Like lil flip
Something like a pimp
It is what it is
Ya yo diamonds look like water
If that water came from flint
And yo bitches kind of busted
Think it's time to turn it in
Thunder breeze we running shit
Until this shit
Come to a end

But I won't ever stop
Wipe the sweat away
And now my jaw is locked
Never did no mumble rap
The shit I rap
Like gospel talk
Ask yo baby mama and yo granny
Who be going off
That's T.RE.Y three
I drop my drawls
And she don't tell me cough
Getting physical
You need some bitches in yo video
Riding around
Just to hope they play in they vehicle
Methamphetamines
They lost sleep for bout a week or two
Got them smoking out they pipes
If it's alright
I'm feening you
What I spit to bitches
Even though it got no meaning
Coo is how I keep it
What you on I'm Weeded
With a bitch from Sweden
After that I'm at the crib
I got some hoes in Cleveland
That know how to treat me
Only thing they don't know how to leave me



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Williams
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