Portland Freestyle
Huh, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yea yea
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta gang shit
Mad bout this paper
I went and bought me a
Huh, yeah yeah
I run up the rickies
Mad bout this paper
I went to ball like a Laker
Most of these niggas is haters
Servin' a sack like a Raider
I started off juggling
Whole lot of weight that be comin' in
Skrt-ed up off in the Cullinan
I put a muhfuckin' hundred in
I ran up the rickies
Used to be rockin' them Dickies
Every day tucked with my blicky
That's just in case it get sticky
Up in the mornin' light bakin'
I just get fried like some bacon
I feel like Liam in Taken
Kick down yo' do' get to Drac'in (Ah-huh)
She won the lottery (Yeah)
I just be rollin up broccoli
She want my name, yeah it's gotta be
I ain't no jock why you jockin' me (Oh)
Fuck it then send that location up (Oh)
We ride with sticks we so dangerous
He could get smoke ain't no angel dust
Bitch I made today what you make a month
And I roll my opps in a KO blunt
If you said fuck me then take the jump
Bitch I send a bag and they bank it up
Mad bout this paper
I went to ball like a Laker
Most of these niggas is haters
Servin' a sack like a Raider
I started off juggling
Whole lot of weight that be comin' in,
Skrted up off in the Cullinan
I put a muhfuckin' hundred in
Muhfuckin' hundred in, yeah
Nigga you ain't gon' put a hundred in
Double up off in the cut again
Skrt-ed up off in the muhfuckin' ooh
Bitch
Yeah yeah, yeah yea yea
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta gang shit
Mad bout this paper
I went and bought me a
Huh, yeah yeah
I run up the rickies
Mad bout this paper
I went to ball like a Laker
Most of these niggas is haters
Servin' a sack like a Raider
I started off juggling
Whole lot of weight that be comin' in
Skrt-ed up off in the Cullinan
I put a muhfuckin' hundred in
I ran up the rickies
Used to be rockin' them Dickies
Every day tucked with my blicky
That's just in case it get sticky
Up in the mornin' light bakin'
I just get fried like some bacon
I feel like Liam in Taken
Kick down yo' do' get to Drac'in (Ah-huh)
She won the lottery (Yeah)
I just be rollin up broccoli
She want my name, yeah it's gotta be
I ain't no jock why you jockin' me (Oh)
Fuck it then send that location up (Oh)
We ride with sticks we so dangerous
He could get smoke ain't no angel dust
Bitch I made today what you make a month
And I roll my opps in a KO blunt
If you said fuck me then take the jump
Bitch I send a bag and they bank it up
Mad bout this paper
I went to ball like a Laker
Most of these niggas is haters
Servin' a sack like a Raider
I started off juggling
Whole lot of weight that be comin' in,
Skrted up off in the Cullinan
I put a muhfuckin' hundred in
Muhfuckin' hundred in, yeah
Nigga you ain't gon' put a hundred in
Double up off in the cut again
Skrt-ed up off in the muhfuckin' ooh
Bitch
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Writer(s): Kyler Hutchins
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