Bop (Freestyle)
YeahX3
DRSX2
YeahX3
Milky rocking, diddy bopping, You know we ain't into that
You say that you from the 6, 6 feet's where your homies at
Yeah, I like to knuckle up, Brodie ain't gonna hold me back
Yeah, I like to knuckle up, Send you where your homies at
Look, do the dash, we hit the gas, Blast off, ain't got time to wait
Windows up and speakers loud, Beat drops, make the tires shake
Send the drop, we on the way, we Chase that bag like every day
Gotta run it up, so on the road, I'm sleeping every day
Nigga talking all that shit, he Might get turned to hangman
He been talking like he want it, But no, you could never hang
I like 10s, 20s, and 50s, So there's red all on my hands
If she yours, then you can keep her, 'Cause to me, she's just a fan
It's like 3K for the fit, I said fuck purple, these Amiri jeans
Heard your niggas switching up, they cant match the energy
Fuck the opposition, We ain't got no time to listen
Y'all boys slipping
Me and Brodie on a mission, While y'all still tryna audition
The life I'm tryna live, You will not see that shit in fiction
The bitch I'm tryna love, father must be a politician
The house I'm tryna buy, You'd fuck around and end up missing
Expedition, I had me a premonition
Yeah, I'm tryna get it, Turning up at every show
This rapping shit ain't easy, I'm just naturally a pro
If you ain't 'bout the bag, Out my life, you finna go
'Cause I do this shit for family, Yeah, I do it for the Zoes
Milky rocking, diddy bopping, You know we ain't into that
You say that you from the 6, 6 feet's where your homies at
Yeah, I like to knuckle up, Brodie ain't gonna hold me back
Yeah, I like to knuckle up, Send you where your homies at
Look, do the dash, we hit the gas, Blast off, ain't got time to wait
Windows up and speakers loud, Beat drops, make the tires shake
Send the drop, we on the way, we Chase that bag like every day
Gotta run it up, so on the road, I'm sleeping every day
Nigga talking all that shit, he Might get turned to hangman
He been talking like he want it, But no, you could never hang
I like 10s, 20s, and 50s, So there's red all on my hands
If she yours, then you can keep her, 'Cause to me, she's just a fan
It's like 3K for the fit, I said fuck purple, these Amiri jeans
Heard your niggas switching up, they cant match the energy
Fuck the opposition, We ain't got no time to listen
Y'all boys slipping
Me and Brodie on a mission, While y'all still tryna audition
DRSX2
YeahX3
Milky rocking, diddy bopping, You know we ain't into that
You say that you from the 6, 6 feet's where your homies at
Yeah, I like to knuckle up, Brodie ain't gonna hold me back
Yeah, I like to knuckle up, Send you where your homies at
Look, do the dash, we hit the gas, Blast off, ain't got time to wait
Windows up and speakers loud, Beat drops, make the tires shake
Send the drop, we on the way, we Chase that bag like every day
Gotta run it up, so on the road, I'm sleeping every day
Nigga talking all that shit, he Might get turned to hangman
He been talking like he want it, But no, you could never hang
I like 10s, 20s, and 50s, So there's red all on my hands
If she yours, then you can keep her, 'Cause to me, she's just a fan
It's like 3K for the fit, I said fuck purple, these Amiri jeans
Heard your niggas switching up, they cant match the energy
Fuck the opposition, We ain't got no time to listen
Y'all boys slipping
Me and Brodie on a mission, While y'all still tryna audition
The life I'm tryna live, You will not see that shit in fiction
The bitch I'm tryna love, father must be a politician
The house I'm tryna buy, You'd fuck around and end up missing
Expedition, I had me a premonition
Yeah, I'm tryna get it, Turning up at every show
This rapping shit ain't easy, I'm just naturally a pro
If you ain't 'bout the bag, Out my life, you finna go
'Cause I do this shit for family, Yeah, I do it for the Zoes
Milky rocking, diddy bopping, You know we ain't into that
You say that you from the 6, 6 feet's where your homies at
Yeah, I like to knuckle up, Brodie ain't gonna hold me back
Yeah, I like to knuckle up, Send you where your homies at
Look, do the dash, we hit the gas, Blast off, ain't got time to wait
Windows up and speakers loud, Beat drops, make the tires shake
Send the drop, we on the way, we Chase that bag like every day
Gotta run it up, so on the road, I'm sleeping every day
Nigga talking all that shit, he Might get turned to hangman
He been talking like he want it, But no, you could never hang
I like 10s, 20s, and 50s, So there's red all on my hands
If she yours, then you can keep her, 'Cause to me, she's just a fan
It's like 3K for the fit, I said fuck purple, these Amiri jeans
Heard your niggas switching up, they cant match the energy
Fuck the opposition, We ain't got no time to listen
Y'all boys slipping
Me and Brodie on a mission, While y'all still tryna audition
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