Gasin' Freestyle (feat. Genetti)

Polo assassin, foot on the pedal, yeah Solo stay gasin'
Show the reaction, heard that I made it like bro-bro, what happened
Back from the casket, back up to death
Rather say less and save all my breaths
Waking you up, at work while you slept
I'm here for the taking, now let it digest, okay
Mayday howlin' make us all the mad hear the AK growling
Payday prowling, ex say she prego she J.K. Rowling
She needin' a friend
But with that kinda shit she won't see me again
Takes all the notes don't need me a pen
And it's just in my soul to compete to the end
It's Bry-Han the prodigy
Honestly no one on earth that is hot as me
Just what it's gotta be,cost of the boss
I won't say what's a lost to me
Big in monogamy, everything check out
Just check out the glossary
Pitiful possibly, let it go missing, not talkin' apostrophes

Dirty Thirty far removed from being young and reckless
Couldn't care less about the diamonds in your fucking necklace
All I need to eat is beats for dinner, lunch and breakfast
New day, same stresses, former calls, ignoring texts
Fuck that bullshit I ain't tryin' to deal with it
Recognizing my potential looking for a meal ticket
I can be a lot to handle you gon' have to deal with it
Yeah I'm getting on your nerves but here you are listening
Summertime in California got the streets sizzling
Got her walkin' round half naked skin glistening
Perfect kinda mood to grab a brew or maybe get it in
Just the two of us even better if you bring a friend
You, me and you, what it do, yeah I'm with it
Knock him down, call a Uber in the mornin
I be missing cuz I'm back on the grind
Never stop and never finish, y'all gon' fuck around
Let me be the greatest whoever did it
Like the great Bambino, the colossus of clout
Undisputed people's champ without a shadow of a doubt
So jump off the dick all you Rudy Poo niggas
No new friends like who is you nigga
Kids meddling like Scooby-Doo nigga
Dirty on the 405 yellin' Whooty Who nigga
Came here to win and we brought a few hitters
With no regards of who the fuck we runnin' through nigga
First place is the position, money is the only mission
Used to have no pot to piss in, now we got no opposition
Get that pussy brand new, return it in a bad condition
Get that money right, running numbers like a statistician

Find me all in the kitchen
Don't criticize all my friends soul
Give a bit of suspicion
That's why I stay down with ten toes
I feel this more than audition
You think you outgas me like hell no
Said hold up Young Baca
I'm the new shotta, next thing that you know I'm on Tenfold

I need a ten-fo, aim for the center
Bars like cilantro we hangin' forever
Riding mementos like my name is Lennon
I'm killing so much I can't even remember

Said aim for the center
Bars like cilantro we hangin' forever
Riding mementos like my name is Lennon
I'm killing so much I can't even remember



Credits
Writer(s): André "dre" Nubian Brown, Brian Porter, Darnel Powell
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