4/20 Freestyle (feat. Art the Worst)

Ooh shit, bitch, what
4TB shit, Baby Dev, Art the Worst, and you know we at the rim bitch(D1N shit)
Having baseball money, aye (ok)
Run up leave ya face all, aye (ok)
Bitch, ooh shit, look (aye, yeah)
Big dog talking on the beat, I feel like Brian Griffin
Diamonds out of Philly, dancing on my neck be stiff hipping
Bitch asking "what's the tea" and I don't even drink Lipton
Bad Asian bitch don't know her name, she look like London Tipton
Hop in the coupe and I swerve, bout to run me a mission
Double O seven, all black, got the glock with extension
And I do no beefing on the gram, please don't hop in mentions
Like a teacher, boy, I put yo lil ass in detention
Ooh, I'm stepping in some shit you never heard of
Cut the traction off the super Benz and Imma skrt off
I was dusty, ran me up some money, brush the dirt off
I'm sliding through Miami in the Vette with my shirt off
Pouring so much wocky, you would think I have the worst cough
Sniffing all the coke up in her nose, she look like Gandalf
Ballin out in Memphis like I'm Ja or Zach Randolph
Can't even hit the plug back no more, the pack ran off
Real player shit, was pulling hoes back in the sandbox
Soldiers all around me when I step but this ain't Black Ops
Man my life a movie everyday but these are not props
Knock the pussy out the park, she thought I was a Red Sox
Damn like we making baseball money
Niggas run up, take your bitch, and leave your face all funny
Prayed to God every night and now my days all sunny
Want the money paid in full like a nigga Ace or Sonny
I'm only chasing money, man these bitches funny
Hit me up like "how you doing Dev" like ain't you used to dub me?
Gas got me high up in the clouds, don't see no one above me
She a thick bitch but she kinda slow, she like a Teletubby
Had a long day, I count the racks up and going to sleep
Early morning to the chicken, I'm back on my feet
Gotta feed the fam, ain't no time to be counting no sheep
Can't get no sleep, got the whole gang depending on me

Had to simmer down and switch the flow up
I'm never running outta bread, I always got my dough up
Soon as I step up on the scene, everybody want a close up
This glock Dr. Miami, run up on me get a facelift
I started at the bottom, now I'm trynna be the greatest
Don't need a body guard, that banger gon keep me the safest
Ooh, this bitch just wanna fuck, told her it's too late
I eurostep a bitch and play these hoes just like it's 2K
Yo bitch said she don't drink but got her loose up on the D'ussè
Be careful with my blunt, that bitch be hitting like it's Luke Cage
I'm snapping on the beat, these punchlines hit like Mike Tyson
Meet me at the rim, I'm dunking shit like I'm baptizing
Oh you got some money, tell me why yo card keep declining
Bad bitch, I treat her like a dog cause she keep whining
Fuck the dark shades, I'm always in that mode
Bitch I'm heating up but all my diamonds Minnesota cold
Fuckin with the gang, then boys gon pack you and have you rolled
Bet the bank on me and you gon win, bitch, I never sold
Bitch I'm ballin' like I'm himothy
Quiet dude, they think I'm fairly odd, I feel like Timothy
Old hoes wanna try again, I know they ass in misery
Always active, my degree from Motion University
Fourth quarter, bitch, I'm taking over, 2018 Bron
Super slimy, watching for the snakes, I had to mow the lawn
He crashing out about a bitch, he acting just like King Kong
My blunt be doing curls the way it's hitting, this bitch real strong
And this ain't dirty money, nah my shit been through the laundry
Dummy out here chasing hoes but not the money, it's beyond me
Bitch my goal this year to stack a thousand bands, I feel like Fauni
You on some broke shit, we rock Amiri, you got on Armani
Hand me the baton, I feel like running shit
Say it with yo chest lil boy, you better stop the mumbling
I'm getting to that money while y'all pussy ass was slumbering
Oh you just made a quick 10, we'll bitch I had to double it