Freestyle

(Cullen)
(James, shut the fuck up)
Slide on 'em, tryna see what he 'bout
I pull out ninety-nine, I'm counting it out

Oh, I heard your bitch like me now
They be like, "Jace, can you freestyle?"
No, I can't freestyle but I can fuck ya bitch, freestyle
7.62, I walk it out
Walking on crutches through the whole house
Walking with a K for the whole mile
Your big ass, goes miles
Your big ass, goes miles
7.62 I walk it out
Shoot at the coupe, got 'em crawling out
Shoot at us, slide through hawk down
Hop in the car and walk down

Look at my diamonds so wet, I could drown
Smoking on dope, I can't hear, this loud
Pull up, I pull out from in it now
He been tryna test me, you can see the best me
Do you want the Glock or the XD?
Ya bitch tryna text me, might as well sext me
She mad that she can't get next to me
I pull up I'm getting that head then leave
I pull up I'm getting that bread then leave
I ain't even breaking a sweat at least
Fendi loafers I can't sweat in these
Smoking on gas it's Japanese
I speak English, flexanese
Walk up in Louie, I spend a thousand on the kicks, so I'm out flexin' these

Oh, I heard your bitch like me now
They be like, "Jace, can you freestyle?"
No, I can't freestyle but I can fuck ya bitch, freestyle
7.62, I walk it out
Walking on crutches through the whole house
Walking with a K for the whole mile
Your big ass, goes miles
Your big ass, goes miles
7.62 I walk it out
Shoot at the coupe, got 'em crawling out
Shoot at us, slide through hawk down
Hop in the car and walk down

(Down, Down, Down, Down)
(Down, Down, Down, Down)



Credits
Writer(s): Jace Salter, James Bullin
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