Rhoades Freestyle
Bro, I swear to God
And, I had this bitch playing with her pussy on the motherfuckin' phone
While I'm serving breakfast in work release I swear, like, no cap, dead-ass
And I'm just like, oh
Yeah, I can't feel the shit you on
I ain't picking up my phone
That girl keep calling
I just texted her and told her, leave me lone
Like some cereal, don't want no Trix
I like my Honeycomb
Picked that Glock up
Let one shot off last night
Did that shit for Cole
Yeah, I be riding in the city
I be chilling
Coughing with a thotty, and
We both just popped a pilly
Fucked up off that X
There ain't no doubt
Hoe, yeah, I feel it
Got an issue with myself
Get off some drugs and then I kill it
I don't wanna do relations with a slut, no, I ain't with it
Why would I do that
When I could relate to some riches
I be chilling, I ain't tripping
Know, I said that once before already, fuck it, though
Just listen
You can't tell me I ain't shit
Cause now I got a pot to piss in
Hold up, let me talk my shit
Cause for this chance, yeah, I been itching
I, ain't did much yet
But what I said, I would, I did it
Everyone be flexing hard as fuck
Just for an image
But, I don't even try
Just take the cam out, get to flickin
Yeah, I do this day to day
Like every day if you don't get it
Hard to paint a perfect picture
When the brush been getting brittle
Promise I would keep shit pure
Just like a motherfucking BRITA
Yeah, my brother keep a Glock
But on his hat, it read Beretta
I ain't in no sex position, like a rat
Just want some cheddar
No
I would never snitch
Cause bitch, my grandma taught me better
Grew up stuck inside the 386
So my heart need a sweater
Shit got colder by the day
So I can't lie, I'm kinda fed up
Like the warmer weather better
Kinda help me pick my head up
Told her, I just want some heead
But when you suck it, suck it wetter
That's the type of head
You know the type of head that just hit better
Talking like it's Rocky
Final round, her mouth got a vendetta
I can't feel the shit you on
I ain't picking up my phone
This girl keep calling
I just texted her and told her, leave me lone
Like some cereal, don't want no Trix
I like my Honeycomb
Picked that Glock up
Let one shot off last night
Did that shit for Cole
I can't feel the shit you on
I ain't picking up my phone
This girl keep calling
I just texted her and told her, leave me lone
Like some cereal, don't want no Trix
I like my Honeycomb
Picked that Glock up
Let one shot off last night
Did that shit for Cole
And, I had this bitch playing with her pussy on the motherfuckin' phone
While I'm serving breakfast in work release I swear, like, no cap, dead-ass
And I'm just like, oh
Yeah, I can't feel the shit you on
I ain't picking up my phone
That girl keep calling
I just texted her and told her, leave me lone
Like some cereal, don't want no Trix
I like my Honeycomb
Picked that Glock up
Let one shot off last night
Did that shit for Cole
Yeah, I be riding in the city
I be chilling
Coughing with a thotty, and
We both just popped a pilly
Fucked up off that X
There ain't no doubt
Hoe, yeah, I feel it
Got an issue with myself
Get off some drugs and then I kill it
I don't wanna do relations with a slut, no, I ain't with it
Why would I do that
When I could relate to some riches
I be chilling, I ain't tripping
Know, I said that once before already, fuck it, though
Just listen
You can't tell me I ain't shit
Cause now I got a pot to piss in
Hold up, let me talk my shit
Cause for this chance, yeah, I been itching
I, ain't did much yet
But what I said, I would, I did it
Everyone be flexing hard as fuck
Just for an image
But, I don't even try
Just take the cam out, get to flickin
Yeah, I do this day to day
Like every day if you don't get it
Hard to paint a perfect picture
When the brush been getting brittle
Promise I would keep shit pure
Just like a motherfucking BRITA
Yeah, my brother keep a Glock
But on his hat, it read Beretta
I ain't in no sex position, like a rat
Just want some cheddar
No
I would never snitch
Cause bitch, my grandma taught me better
Grew up stuck inside the 386
So my heart need a sweater
Shit got colder by the day
So I can't lie, I'm kinda fed up
Like the warmer weather better
Kinda help me pick my head up
Told her, I just want some heead
But when you suck it, suck it wetter
That's the type of head
You know the type of head that just hit better
Talking like it's Rocky
Final round, her mouth got a vendetta
I can't feel the shit you on
I ain't picking up my phone
This girl keep calling
I just texted her and told her, leave me lone
Like some cereal, don't want no Trix
I like my Honeycomb
Picked that Glock up
Let one shot off last night
Did that shit for Cole
I can't feel the shit you on
I ain't picking up my phone
This girl keep calling
I just texted her and told her, leave me lone
Like some cereal, don't want no Trix
I like my Honeycomb
Picked that Glock up
Let one shot off last night
Did that shit for Cole
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