Freestyle III
Give me space back up
Outta town shopping for it
And they never tax us
Feeling like Sbeezy
How I had to pick the Kash up
Bad bitches high maintenance
Had to get my racks up
Smoke too much weed
So I barely picked the pack up
Catch a nigga slipping
Rob em for it give ya pack up
Twin sending shit from Cali
When the trap slow up
Swiper no swiping
Keep swiping til they catch us
Hurt me to heart
The day they told me Jaydot died
Known him since a baby even Made my mama cry
I never questioned God but that Day I asked him why
He told me i'm protected by the Angels in his sky
Real pain
Plus sometimes I miss my old bitch
New plug
But sometimes I miss them low Zips
It's hard to fake kick
Cause I always know shit
Niggas talking bout it's smoke
But ain't never smoked shit
I'm lit like a candle bitches wanna blow dick
Alaska in the trap
How we selling snow bitch
Paranoid won't come cause she Sent the lo quick
I got one up in the head
I ain't gotta load shit
Protect your heart my baby
I don't wanna hurt ya feelings
She can never say I lied
'Cause I never was committed
She in backseat squirting
Leather seats get sticky
This rifle 4'11
Hold that bitch like a midget
She asked me do I love her
And I told her "just a smidget"
I'm spinning in that coochie
Like my finger on a fidget
Tequila all I drink
Cause it don't put me in my Feelings
I can't give you my heart
Cause my heart still healing
Outta town shopping for it
And they never tax us
Feeling like Sbeezy
How I had to pick the Kash up
Bad bitches high maintenance
Had to get my racks up
Smoke too much weed
So I barely picked the pack up
Catch a nigga slipping
Rob em for it give ya pack up
Twin sending shit from Cali
When the trap slow up
Swiper no swiping
Keep swiping til they catch us
Hurt me to heart
The day they told me Jaydot died
Known him since a baby even Made my mama cry
I never questioned God but that Day I asked him why
He told me i'm protected by the Angels in his sky
Real pain
Plus sometimes I miss my old bitch
New plug
But sometimes I miss them low Zips
It's hard to fake kick
Cause I always know shit
Niggas talking bout it's smoke
But ain't never smoked shit
I'm lit like a candle bitches wanna blow dick
Alaska in the trap
How we selling snow bitch
Paranoid won't come cause she Sent the lo quick
I got one up in the head
I ain't gotta load shit
Protect your heart my baby
I don't wanna hurt ya feelings
She can never say I lied
'Cause I never was committed
She in backseat squirting
Leather seats get sticky
This rifle 4'11
Hold that bitch like a midget
She asked me do I love her
And I told her "just a smidget"
I'm spinning in that coochie
Like my finger on a fidget
Tequila all I drink
Cause it don't put me in my Feelings
I can't give you my heart
Cause my heart still healing
Credits
Writer(s): Tae Montana
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