6 Min Freestyle

Had to pack my bags, bitch I'm going home
You can see my face, it look like nothing wrong
Yeah that is the only thing that I cap about
And I know these problems going to be something I laugh about
Fuck around hop up out the bed, turn my swag on
In the mafia, every thing about the cash yeah
They was talking down until I blew right past them
Don't ask what I'm toting in this tote bag yeah
I switched lanes and I ran up a whole bag yeah
Bitch I'm a gremlin, I feel like lil Kodak yeah
I ran up digits on digits, you know that
And we got bitches on bitches that throw back
And it ain't Thursday
I got niggas, pop up out the cut and do you the worst way
My boy got a blickey on his hip and he from Jersey
And you know it's big M mafia, no mercy
Hit this Christian bitch right from the back, I got her cursing
Hop up in that loud ass track hawk and I'm swerving
Hopped up in that SRT, the hellcat bitch I'm swerving
Hop up in that scat pack, bitch you know I'm swerving
Limousine, UFO, either way it go I'm swerving
They was trying to knock me off the team like Kyrie Irving
But I had a purpose

That's no cap, even though I graduated I ain't learn shit
I'm a rob the bank while his bitch causing a diversion
If you heard something about me, I bet that I got a different version
I don't even answer the phone no more unless it's urgent
Everybody getting under my skin, like a surgeon
She want to fuck on my friends, that's that bird shit
I ain't even tripping, she was two I got a third bitch
Only let her spend the night if she going to suck me early
Kicked her out the temple, I don't care if she was Shirley
Popped him like a pimple, they found out I was playing dirty
I know it sound simple, but I can't leave without my thirty
I know we was single, but that shit still had hurted me
If a nigga get to close, my dogs alerting me
If I pull out these blue notes I bet she twerk for me
Can you tell me how true love turned to a burglary
Mafia shit, all my niggas went out with perjury
Mafia shit, no we can't talk about what we talk about
Make a club show, look like I'm headlining at Rolling Loud
And I'm like fuck no, if these niggas think they can match my pockets now
I got pump inside the trunk, fuck you talking about
I get so high and get so drunk, I can't even walk around
As soon as I made it to the top, they tried to lock me out
Realize it's a movie every single time I'm popping out
I'm with niggas, don't know what you talking about when it come to body counts

I ain't fell this proud since I had a cap and gown
Coming for the billions, watch the throne I need my crown
Heard he talking down
Man that chopper loud as shit now we don't hear a sound
You don't want to know the type of niggas I keep around
They the type of niggas to walk you down right now
Like it ain't big enough for two of us inside this town
I done lost my fucking mind, I don't even know who found it
Talk down on the mafia and you end up surrounded
I don't trust a soul so I got to double count it
Bitch I'm stunting every day for niggas that had doubted me
And all these niggas is my sons, that's just how it sound to me
I guess you can't hear
I got the juice in this world, and I got drugs on a leer
I ain't showing no love until I see it's crystal clear
It ain't nothing above, I'm trying to make this my year
Yeah, trying to make this shit mine
And you know it ain't cap cause it send chills down your whole spine
Any nigga getting in my way, I'm a put a nigga in the sky
Pocket rocket got fah
Nigga better not try
I be trying not to cry
I don't even know why
I don't even know the reason
I could play more than 82 games, every day it's my season
I got on all these layers outside, it ain't even freezing
All these niggas been sleep, like route twelve in the Kanto region
They be sleep and they snore, but my pockets fat like snorlax
Fuck that, I need more racks
Couple niggas finna slide on you and ain't waiting for no floor wax
If you ain't outside and you be talking, I ignore it
I'm a fly this UFO
Like a submarine
If you talk subliminal, you better not be talking to me
I'm a tote this f&n to substitute my sub machine
Ain't no blemish on my record, I got niggas that go dumb for me
Keep it pretty cool any time that it get ugly
Keep it cool, keep it bool, man that shit ain't nothing to me
Keep a tool, keep a hundred round drum under me
Keep it true, true religion jeans on the summary
Keep it true and I'm rocking Christian, got her on her knees
I just fucked that bitch to sleep and now that girl don't want to leave
Just don't talk to much lil bitch, cause you know that's my pet peeve
I been way too geeked, I don't even know what the fuck you said

I feel like Soulja Boy, cause I hopped out the bed
Turned my swag on, and I got right to the bread
This a love letter to you and I ain't talking about Trippie Redd
I just switched my bitch out for her best friend instead
I done came a long way, my money longer than my dreads
I done came a long way, now I got three hoes and a sled
Ain't no red nose, this a red eye
I been on my ass smoking gas with a head high
Pull up what you call it, and my wallet got them dead guys