Citibike Freestyle
Aye!
Hah, huh
Hah, huh
Hah, aye
Woah
Aye, if I walk in the room I'm walking in
If I run in the room I'm running in
Aye!
If I come in the room, I'm coming in hot
Maybe I been too icy cold cause
I like my drink on the rocks
I drown til I sleep, I cannot relax
Your wife just called, I'm breaking her back
You tryna stop me?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Remember them days where I was a menace
I'd get up wit anybody I don't like
Me and Justino we roll through the night
Fly through the wind on a Citibike
Could've been two niggas lookin for limited bodies
Niggas could've caught a body
Niggas could rob in the store and float away
Nowadays I'm rapping about all of these hoes
Like bae put your throat away
Nowadays I buss then a nigga ghost
They call it a hoe'ing faze
I gotta stop hoe'ing, okay?
I cannot fuck with that shawty
Cause her personality based on the internet
Hmm I'm not really in to that
I could not sit there and still play pretend to that shit
No lie
No lie,
No lie,
I let a new bitch ride til it bend
Thought we was over we right at the end
They wanna get me to make an amends
Not til I spin and I spin it again
Leave me alone or we gone see
Don't be alone when you run into me
Why do these niggas keep targeting me
Why do they bitches keep running to me
Only one that got her coming I see
Take off the wig when she falling asleep
I'm seeing double
Hannah Montana
Ride into town,
Niggas might blam' em
Fucking around we back on the bike
That nigga 'stino a thief in the night
I tell that nigga to handle might light work
He might just hand the grim reaper his life
Don't know bout beating the case but it might work
I'm not a lawyer I'm just on the mic work
I beat the block up
Mario jump
Cream on her peach like the cake is a dump
I'm sick and tired of wannabe bums
Nigga you lied I thought you was rich
I'm getting rich and I do it for fun
If I come in the room, I'm coming in hot (bitch!)
Maybe I been too icy cold cause
I like my drink on the rocks
I drown til I sleep, I cannot relax
Your wife just called, I'm breaking her back
You tryna stop me?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Bitch
Hah, huh
Hah, huh
Hah, aye
Woah
Aye, if I walk in the room I'm walking in
If I run in the room I'm running in
Aye!
If I come in the room, I'm coming in hot
Maybe I been too icy cold cause
I like my drink on the rocks
I drown til I sleep, I cannot relax
Your wife just called, I'm breaking her back
You tryna stop me?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Remember them days where I was a menace
I'd get up wit anybody I don't like
Me and Justino we roll through the night
Fly through the wind on a Citibike
Could've been two niggas lookin for limited bodies
Niggas could've caught a body
Niggas could rob in the store and float away
Nowadays I'm rapping about all of these hoes
Like bae put your throat away
Nowadays I buss then a nigga ghost
They call it a hoe'ing faze
I gotta stop hoe'ing, okay?
I cannot fuck with that shawty
Cause her personality based on the internet
Hmm I'm not really in to that
I could not sit there and still play pretend to that shit
No lie
No lie,
No lie,
I let a new bitch ride til it bend
Thought we was over we right at the end
They wanna get me to make an amends
Not til I spin and I spin it again
Leave me alone or we gone see
Don't be alone when you run into me
Why do these niggas keep targeting me
Why do they bitches keep running to me
Only one that got her coming I see
Take off the wig when she falling asleep
I'm seeing double
Hannah Montana
Ride into town,
Niggas might blam' em
Fucking around we back on the bike
That nigga 'stino a thief in the night
I tell that nigga to handle might light work
He might just hand the grim reaper his life
Don't know bout beating the case but it might work
I'm not a lawyer I'm just on the mic work
I beat the block up
Mario jump
Cream on her peach like the cake is a dump
I'm sick and tired of wannabe bums
Nigga you lied I thought you was rich
I'm getting rich and I do it for fun
If I come in the room, I'm coming in hot (bitch!)
Maybe I been too icy cold cause
I like my drink on the rocks
I drown til I sleep, I cannot relax
Your wife just called, I'm breaking her back
You tryna stop me?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Geondre Baldwin
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