RB Freestyle

Yeah
Smokin' on too much opps right now
Bitch I'm smacked

Smoking this pack to the face, I fill the blunt with the Runtz
These lil niggas be cap, tell em just stop all the fronts
Imma talk all of the facts, We made a few niggas run
Fuck on your bitch from the back, fuck on that bitch just for fun
I'm always chasin' the racks, I'm always chasin' the funds
When I got me a lil bag, I went to go cop a gun
Bitch ass nigga not tough, he never went to do none
He ain't totin' on no chops, He ain't totin' on no gun
Free all my niggas, they in the spot livin' well
Can't fuck with these niggas, I know these niggas gon' tell
Light up a blunt, I got the gas like im Shell
Brodie he working the trap, he outta state movin' bails
Walk in the store like I own it, I'm gettin' fly I got drip
Just sent my lil jeweler a hunnid, I need some ice on my wrist
I see a siren I'm running, fuck pullin' over the whip
Catch me a opp out in public, I might go flash out and blitz
Amiri, that nigga be capping, He never went and did shit
Catch Him and knock off them curls, I know that nigga a bitch
Droppin' the L everyday, smoking y'all mans out the Zip
Bend through the Heights with a grip, spot me a Latin it's lit
Stop dissin' my block, how many niggas done died?
Pussy got poked in his chest, smoking on Chiko I'm fried
And I know some killers, strapped with the gun they gon' ride
Y'all niggas know where I'm at, playing the block on Burnside
Lil bitch She say that She feelin' me, say I give her butterflies
Like okay lil bitch be cool, I know you telling me lies
Had to get Me some neck, then You gotta go bitch goodbye
Do that lil shit like it's nothing, no I do not gotta try I cannot play with my life, run up on Me let it fly
Tell em just stop all the dissing, pick up a gun and go slide
Make a lil nigga go missin, make a whole block fuckin' cry
Don't play with this shit, we on hots, try to run down homicide



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Writer(s): Kount Valley
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