Lit Freestyle
Cam
Y'all niggas know what the fuck going on man
Fuck that Cam, just go in
Ain't no gas, I'ma pop me a perc 10
I'ma blow and I know thats for certain
We ain't stuck in the house, we be lurking
Get the drop, we gon' jump through the curtain
He ain't getting no money, he hurtin
He got robbed, cause he ain't make a purchase
Took the boy on the drill, he was nervous
Boy ain't having no motion, he lame
Niggas really be hungry for fame
You gone die trying to speak on my name
Taking drugs just to throw of the pain
With no coat, I done walked through the rain
Think that he cold, we gon' hit him with flame
Jump out the stage if you reach for my chain
Hit him with stick if he think it's a game
I got loyalty, never a change
He got smoked I just dropped a lil change
Fast and furious, switch up the lane
Hit him with nine, that Loul Deng
Dwayne Johnson I'm bringing the pain
Hit him with lead, ain't talking bout maine
Call my glock, Fredo, Came with a bang
He can't shoot through his ass, out the game
Switchy Corona, gon' make they ass back up
UFC you can get your ass slapped up
Fuck a charger, might slide in a mack truck
Niggas trash, but I'm picking the slack up
Bitch, I'm plugged in, no adopter
You can't play me, bitch, I'm not a rapper
Fuck that Beef shit, run the sack up
Fuck that beef shit I'm just running my sack up
He shopping at lids man these niggas be capped out
This ain't dora, but I brought the map out
Fuck that P-shit, bring the strap
Pull up on that block, make these niggas get clapped out
Clutching on fire, man, we left that boy assed out
I got killers, gon' slide when I'm bringing the bag out
And the switchy be tucked when I'm bringing the bag out
Guess the bitch lost connection, we made that boy lag out
Fuck that, get on some more shit
Took his bitch
We gon' fuck to some slow shit
You can't sip on my cup, you ain't pour shit
That bitch ask me for bread, gave her more dick
Run his mouth in the streets, he don't know shit
All this ice on my neck, I be so sick
Keep the Glock on my hip, gotta tote it
Hit the switch, better dodge like the Matrix
He living real, we gon' make him a patient
Know I'm a make it, just gotta be patient
I'm just progressing, these niggas be hating
Watch how I quarterback like I was Peyton
Fuck her and dip, I ain't doing no dating
Taking these drugs, they be keeping me sane
Lurking late night tryna catch me a brain
223 Hit em up make that boy sang
But its back to the business
Man, these niggas they really be bitches
All that crying, man get out your feelings
Off this rap tryna make me a milly
Off a perk tryna suck me some titties
For that cap we put one to your fitted
Do my dance on these hoes like I'm Diddy
I'm the toughest to go in my city
Man, who the fuck said that I wun on
Man, look at this shit that I put on
I can fuck your bitch to my new song
He ain't take no bath just used cologne
I don't want that cat, leave me alone
No, I can't lack, I got my chrome
He was acting up, sent that boy home
Hoe mind your Bizz, don't touch my phone
Y'all niggas know what the fuck going on man
Fuck that Cam, just go in
Ain't no gas, I'ma pop me a perc 10
I'ma blow and I know thats for certain
We ain't stuck in the house, we be lurking
Get the drop, we gon' jump through the curtain
He ain't getting no money, he hurtin
He got robbed, cause he ain't make a purchase
Took the boy on the drill, he was nervous
Boy ain't having no motion, he lame
Niggas really be hungry for fame
You gone die trying to speak on my name
Taking drugs just to throw of the pain
With no coat, I done walked through the rain
Think that he cold, we gon' hit him with flame
Jump out the stage if you reach for my chain
Hit him with stick if he think it's a game
I got loyalty, never a change
He got smoked I just dropped a lil change
Fast and furious, switch up the lane
Hit him with nine, that Loul Deng
Dwayne Johnson I'm bringing the pain
Hit him with lead, ain't talking bout maine
Call my glock, Fredo, Came with a bang
He can't shoot through his ass, out the game
Switchy Corona, gon' make they ass back up
UFC you can get your ass slapped up
Fuck a charger, might slide in a mack truck
Niggas trash, but I'm picking the slack up
Bitch, I'm plugged in, no adopter
You can't play me, bitch, I'm not a rapper
Fuck that Beef shit, run the sack up
Fuck that beef shit I'm just running my sack up
He shopping at lids man these niggas be capped out
This ain't dora, but I brought the map out
Fuck that P-shit, bring the strap
Pull up on that block, make these niggas get clapped out
Clutching on fire, man, we left that boy assed out
I got killers, gon' slide when I'm bringing the bag out
And the switchy be tucked when I'm bringing the bag out
Guess the bitch lost connection, we made that boy lag out
Fuck that, get on some more shit
Took his bitch
We gon' fuck to some slow shit
You can't sip on my cup, you ain't pour shit
That bitch ask me for bread, gave her more dick
Run his mouth in the streets, he don't know shit
All this ice on my neck, I be so sick
Keep the Glock on my hip, gotta tote it
Hit the switch, better dodge like the Matrix
He living real, we gon' make him a patient
Know I'm a make it, just gotta be patient
I'm just progressing, these niggas be hating
Watch how I quarterback like I was Peyton
Fuck her and dip, I ain't doing no dating
Taking these drugs, they be keeping me sane
Lurking late night tryna catch me a brain
223 Hit em up make that boy sang
But its back to the business
Man, these niggas they really be bitches
All that crying, man get out your feelings
Off this rap tryna make me a milly
Off a perk tryna suck me some titties
For that cap we put one to your fitted
Do my dance on these hoes like I'm Diddy
I'm the toughest to go in my city
Man, who the fuck said that I wun on
Man, look at this shit that I put on
I can fuck your bitch to my new song
He ain't take no bath just used cologne
I don't want that cat, leave me alone
No, I can't lack, I got my chrome
He was acting up, sent that boy home
Hoe mind your Bizz, don't touch my phone
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Writer(s): Camron Hinton
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