Dip Freestyle

Yuh
Fuck that bitch so hard and she won't let me tap again
Pass to the homie they said I was "Trafficking"

Aw shit here we go again

My name staxy they know that I'm back again
Why is you scamming I told em don't ask again
I put a bag on his head he won't rap again
That nigga got caught up I bet he won't trap again
Next nigga up so you better start tapping in
I took a screen shot now she won't flash again
That nigga be actin let him go rehearse
Aye, don't let me spot you, put that whip in reverse
Pull up we dropping the Opps
We making em run like Rahyan do this shit for fun
I'm really having the motion with hoopers and ballers
We hot so they call us the suns
I do not go to the banks cause I got the chase
you niggas ain't counting y'all funds
I was just staking dem bands
Cause you in the band cause my niggas play with them drums

Dem Glocks got legs Muh Fuka see a Tooley run
Aye, my girl forever that's why she dress 21
Aye, my chop designer i say io got a Fendi gun
Aye, I'm spinning back to back I just did 50 runs
When I say the whole gang strapped know we got plenty guns
Ima tell a bitch throw it back cause I got plenty ones
They say I'm not having M bitch I got plenty funds
And my shit be heavy like 50 tons
Aye, like a muh fuckin big dude
These niggas say that they smart but i been do it
I'm talking shit but it got a lil drill to it
Aye we in in them streets like a BLM big movement
Yuh
We in the street like a BLM big movement
They tell me be quiet like they don't want to get into it
Why niggas be scary they don't want to admit to it
I'm spitting this fire and it got a lil hit to it

Niggas be fans they can't fuck with the clan
Them niggas ain't hard wen I saw em they ran
Imma laid back nigga just be doing my dance
Ima show y'all lil bro just give me a chance
I'm still ain't rich but my pockets be knotted
They litter then us, tell them lil niggas stop it
That nigga not gone shoot tell that that nigga just drop it
Lil staxy so hard ion think they can top it
He be flexing them guns ion think he gone pop it
Yea all my niggas stay strapped with a rocket
Got a whole lotta racks that's just stuck in my pocket
I'm just trying to get rich
Bro not like that cause he went to go snitch
Lil bro pipe down Ima give you a stick
Whole gang locked in like Lilo and stich
Bro said what the fuck cause that Glock got a switch

I cannot be tamed
It got to much kick yea I can't even aim
Yall be flexing them guns and that shit really lame
Yea I do it for fun you can cross out the fame
Tryna pull up in a coup in a brand new range
AR-15 got some long ass range
Ion fuck with nobody long as you stay in your lane
Ian no dumb nigga I be using my brain
I be dripping to hard think I need me a drain
And I leave me a stain
You can have the lil hoe cause the bitch really plain



Credits
Writer(s): Rahyan Grant
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