RENT FREE FREESTYLE
Damn, it seem like every time I touch the mic I'm going off
I just dropped some singles, watch how they gon' top off all the charts
To be honest, I've been going hard ever since the start
Crank this shit up, we gon' have the neighbors jigging in they yards
I can hold my own, I'm not the type to roll with bodyguards
Damn, a nigga didn't even know the beat was 'bout to pause
Keep your girl from 'round me if you want her stuck under your arm
Cause one night around me, Imma have her struck off of my charm
Like 'em like a brownie: rich, dark, and sweet, let's have some fun
Yes, I said it proudly, I'm a Scorpio, I like to fuck
Please don't call the counties cause I got some fam that's dodging warrants
If you try to clown me, pussy boy, I hope you love to run
Turned a "savage" into Forrest Gump
I got a bad habit, I might laugh, but if it's up, it's stuck
Spilled my cup, I'm fucking up
Hit the club, I'm clutching sum
With yo girl, I'm touching sum
Must think we in love or sum
If you see a cup up in my hand, you know it's doubled up
Said that since day one, if you a real one, then you know what's up
Want my paper blue, please, I got loose leaves like a folder, huh
On my Uzi shit, she tried to cry, hit that shoulder rub, aye
All these love songs got these niggas thinking T is sweet
Don't forget: I used to pop up where niggas sleep
Seeing me in they dreams, Nightmare on Elm Street
I been through some things, so trust me, you can't scare me
Smash my main bitch at the pad, my side bitch at the telly
Bitch, I'm big dog, these niggas: fairies
I been smoking broccoli, so yes, I'm extra healthy
I don't really beef, I don't got time for enemies
But I got many men that prey on me like 50 Cent
Listen, digging in the trash, that's just not what my interest is
All this time I'm living in your head and still not giving rent
Hold up, let me take a second, see if I can get this shit
I mean, I guess I fucked this nigga bitch for almost half a year
I ain't even know it, now he stuck up in my atmosphere
Check my story, there he is, in my DMs, it's crickets
Check my story, there again, I ain't worried, I just spent like
Like two minutes on the track
And just realized that this beat is kinda wack
Oh well, run it back, I got this chick tryna give me bubble baths
Uh, yo bitch big, I call her Bubble Bass
Bada-ba-ba-ba, like McDonald's, she in love with that
Pocket watch my funds, if I got it, it's a hunnid stack
We can run the ones, bitch I'm with it, if it come to that
Made this shit for fun, press the issue if you
If you, if you feel attacked, I might have to
I just dropped some singles, watch how they gon' top off all the charts
To be honest, I've been going hard ever since the start
Crank this shit up, we gon' have the neighbors jigging in they yards
I can hold my own, I'm not the type to roll with bodyguards
Damn, a nigga didn't even know the beat was 'bout to pause
Keep your girl from 'round me if you want her stuck under your arm
Cause one night around me, Imma have her struck off of my charm
Like 'em like a brownie: rich, dark, and sweet, let's have some fun
Yes, I said it proudly, I'm a Scorpio, I like to fuck
Please don't call the counties cause I got some fam that's dodging warrants
If you try to clown me, pussy boy, I hope you love to run
Turned a "savage" into Forrest Gump
I got a bad habit, I might laugh, but if it's up, it's stuck
Spilled my cup, I'm fucking up
Hit the club, I'm clutching sum
With yo girl, I'm touching sum
Must think we in love or sum
If you see a cup up in my hand, you know it's doubled up
Said that since day one, if you a real one, then you know what's up
Want my paper blue, please, I got loose leaves like a folder, huh
On my Uzi shit, she tried to cry, hit that shoulder rub, aye
All these love songs got these niggas thinking T is sweet
Don't forget: I used to pop up where niggas sleep
Seeing me in they dreams, Nightmare on Elm Street
I been through some things, so trust me, you can't scare me
Smash my main bitch at the pad, my side bitch at the telly
Bitch, I'm big dog, these niggas: fairies
I been smoking broccoli, so yes, I'm extra healthy
I don't really beef, I don't got time for enemies
But I got many men that prey on me like 50 Cent
Listen, digging in the trash, that's just not what my interest is
All this time I'm living in your head and still not giving rent
Hold up, let me take a second, see if I can get this shit
I mean, I guess I fucked this nigga bitch for almost half a year
I ain't even know it, now he stuck up in my atmosphere
Check my story, there he is, in my DMs, it's crickets
Check my story, there again, I ain't worried, I just spent like
Like two minutes on the track
And just realized that this beat is kinda wack
Oh well, run it back, I got this chick tryna give me bubble baths
Uh, yo bitch big, I call her Bubble Bass
Bada-ba-ba-ba, like McDonald's, she in love with that
Pocket watch my funds, if I got it, it's a hunnid stack
We can run the ones, bitch I'm with it, if it come to that
Made this shit for fun, press the issue if you
If you, if you feel attacked, I might have to
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Writer(s): Tyler Jackson
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