Freestyle (feat. Hunnid Percent)

She love my persona, skinny lil n***a got cake Like funnel, I'm with the move, never been a runner
I'm comin' like Derrick, never see me fumble, I'm workin' this shit, tryna bust down my
wrist, Aint no love for a ho, make ha drink on my piss
Fourth and thirty, know I'm takin' a risk, And I bet I complete, know I'm movin' the

sticks, If she look my way, then her ass took down
Come take a shot, you won't clear or this brown, She with the move, now she goin' round
Now we goin' up, fuckin' to the ground, Beatin shit up, fucc' a freak to the floor
Babe, I'm poor, I can't buy you Dior, Better go work and go find you some chores

Or sit in the trap and come post by the door, But thats if you wanna, good dope, put
me in a coma, Number nine, that be my aroma
Dump the bitch, don't even want ha, She all on my body, givin' me corona
I told ha that shit there weak, Come on, baby, gotta keep shit street

Top secret agent, baby, can't nobody know what you doin' with me
We don't go on dinner dates, Fuck the ho, just penetrate
And I hope you understand, I'll see ya lil bih undelay
Ooh, bitch, I mean adios, Bout my coins like Mario

Know I might've broke yo heart, But babe, I ain't sorry though
Hell no, I ain't sorry though, So don't get in yo feelings
I ain't tryin' to be your man, And I ain't tryin' to be committed
Tryin' to run this shit real to my heart, Stop,Ill work the trap and I punch the clock

Most of these niggas be flippin flop, Tryin' bust down my lil' wristy watch, You want some shit done, gotta do it yourself
If shit don't do right, she get put on the shelf
You actin' bad, baby, give me my belt, I'm dickin' her down, now she askin' for help

Now she askin' for help, Now she askin' for help



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Writer(s): Tadarius Martin
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