Mix It Up Freestyle

Back on the track and I rip it
Bussin' his chin no crimson
Buss-Bussin' his lid his fitted
Imma cop 'Raris no rentin'
Oh yeah I just beat it up I ain't e'en mention
Lightskin, darkskin, mix it up, twist it
Talk bout A.M. but you not official
Make your mom cry she gon' need some more tissue

Whole team fill up the venue
I be switchin' hoes like clothes yeah I don't got a even schedule
That bitch said I cuffed her I'm like how could you believe I settle
You heard that them hallow tips whistle like a steamin' kettle
Oh you tried huh
That's a E for effort
Yeah you know I always push it, bae don't even stress it
He play with A.M. once, you know that he regret it
I told brodie pass the fanny where I keep the Tec in
Kick this shit like Tekken, huh
We kick your door in
If I think I'm passin' out I go and tap my bro in
What was he just sayin' 'bout A.M. he don't know of them
Brodie got the Glock, switches like to tote them
They told me that the Percocet will kill you
I be like, off the drugs, this shit got me sayin' yeah yeah
I be fightin' with her but I swear that's not the plan, yeah
Yall be gettin' mad about a bitch you never had, yeah
Is you tryna fuck me baby, I don't mean to nag, yeah
All these bitches all up on me 'cause they want the bag, yeah
I just wanna fuck you baby, I don't wanna bag you
You should duck
Or else they finna tag you
I got countless enemies, these bitches all obsessed with me
This boy keep typin' bullshit man and I'm like what the F and H
Yeah of course I love the Glockiana, but the FN great
If I'm bored I be like shawty go roll up and let's get baked
All of my brother be gettin' that cheddar so you ain't my bro if you ain't gettin' pape
Why is she sayin' that I ain't e'en beat it like shawty you trippin' I got it on tape
Yeah you gon' know who with me or not, huh, my brodie's be up on the stage
Yeah, why you got so much to say
I'm really unbothered but I be tryn' tell yall that shit is so lame
I be like shawty why you actin' strange
Boy you got like eight dollars in the bank
You got like eight dollars to your name
So why you be takin' mine to say in vain
You a lil fan so that shit okay
Driftin' the Masi round the one way
Pockets so fat, think I'm bouta break
Think Imma gremlin, Percocet I take
Yeah I feel it
Yeah I'm geeked up
He think he my dog he only hit me when he need sum
Shawty talk bout, when we fuckin' that shit start to mean sum
When I ask her what she mean, she say she wanna be sum
I'm good
But that shit isn't your fault though
It been a minute but I don't be with it
I know you be wondering what got my heart broke
C.E.O. A.M. you know that that shit is a hard role
They all be tellin' me textin' her back isn't smart, I know
I know
I'm sliding right back in her phone
Like why ain't you laughin' at jokes
Said fuck it I'm crackin' some more
Said fuck it I crack open four
Said fuck it I'm crackin' her bones
I'm thinkin' I'm askin' what for
These pussy be chattin' to hoes