P Freestyle

I'm putting this hoe in a jet, she better come back with a tan
My mexican just sent the pack, he gon' hit me as soon as it land
I put all of my niggas up next, I know they gon' run up them bands
I'm still moving shiesty, knowing the game, I'm never exposing my hand

I'm out where the water is blue
Lighting up, with my feet in the sand
That nigga chatting and you call him twin, so we hitting at you and your mans
Since I started rapping, these hoes do whatever to come try and get in my pants
Said bro got a charge, but I'm paying his bail as soon as I see my advance

She know the verses bar for bar, so she put her gang on game now
This all bigger than me, I got people depending, the risk ain't the same now
Brought her to the crib with all of my niggas, she tell everybody she gang now
In a city where nobody safe, or dodging a case, the lil' niggas bang now

And I roll with all my starters, what that mean We five deep
Even though I'm having motion, I ain't set I still creep
It's like eight, so I'ma pop this yerk and put that hoe to sleep
She get wicked off that Henny, say, go slow, I feel your teeth
Every hit I sent, got spent, I come trim, so I don't beef
She know if she ever need a real nigga, that's all me
Indecisive with a group of bad hoes, I want all three
You know I stand by T1E, if it's a problem, then call P
I been trying to get in contact with my hoe like all week
She probably tired, when she pull up it's straight business, I don't speak
Niggas rats, of course they squeak
Bring my racks before I tweak
They say purple haze gon' last for days, exotic, know, I'm geeked

I put that lil' hoe on a jet, you know she came back with a tan
My mexican just sent the pack, can't trip, you know I got more on the land
T1E them all my brothers, they gon' get them bands
I'm still moving shiesty, know the game can't show my hand



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Writer(s): Nicholas Williams
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