Loot Freestyle

Yeah, what?
Huh
Ayy (r-run it up, lil' Chris), get it started
What?
Yeah

Lemme get it started
Any bitch who say I'm not that want my life, no, I ain't lyin'
Try to be humble, but I'm saucin', don't you tell me, keep it mild
You could hate from over there, but get too close, then shit get wild

She thought she was bein' funny, I put her face against the tile
Won't see me post a stack, but I keep blues in single file
And my baby lay it down, I swear to God we go for hours
He gon' ask me how I do it, I got superpowers

Think I care 'bout where he from, my goofy ass say this Chicago
I still feel like we the ones who they was really tryna follow
Shit on sight for real, hope you think that shit wasn't some drama
On my granny we gon' slide, you thought I was gon' say, "Mama" (bitch)

Yeah, I be skippin' to the loot (to the loot)
On the beat (ayy), put my ass on loop (yeah)
Yeah, he fuck with me instead of you (ooh)
Why? Because I'm low-key how I move

Y'all need to come catch up this time, I'm not talkin' 'bout Heinz (yeah)
Every problem got solutions, and that's why I clutch a .9
If I tried to show you love, and you close eyes, then never mind (never mind)
Don't hit me 'less you talkin' money, bitch, pay for my time

Ain't cocky maybe kinda, but it's 'cause I'm in my prime
Your man's he comment on my shit just to remind me I'm a dime
Want the lobster with the steak if that's the case I'm tryna dine
Do the dash because he borin', not my type, at least you tried

My mouth be hella slick, but we do walk-ups in this bitch (yeah)
You could talk all of that shit, but when you shoot it always miss (always miss)
You be mad because the shoes fit tryna beef this not a diss
I ain't never scared of shit, bitch, I'ma wear it on my wrist

He got the hint when we had sent it, but that was just the jist of it
Caught him lackin' 'cause he told he can't finish his sentences
All this work, I'm losin' energy, I had to go replenish it
Money make me wet, I swear to God I got a fetish shit

Let 'em come, it ain't no pressure, if it's that, I'm quick to step
I'm that bitch, if it's an L in no time I'ma get it back
I ain't never held my hand out while I'm fucked up, that's a fact
You could say that this ain't that, we know it's cap, they just be chattin'

Said he tryna split a bag, that's what I'm on, I told him, "Bet"
I'm a boss, ain't gotta finesse, ain't playin' checkers 'cause it's chess
You thought I was crazy when I went, and made that move out west
I'ma hustle, do I even gotta say it, ever since?

Why-why the fuck you try to play me when you knowin' that I'm blessed?
Hate it when they act so friendly, tell 'em, "No", and now they pressed
Be direct if you gon' say it, better say it with your chest
Put that pen in my right-hand shit, I just feel like I'm the best

Yeah, uh
I just feel like I'm the best
Mmm, yeah

(R-run it up, lil' Chris)