Song Wars Freestyle

(Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr, ayy)
Think he was a bomb (Think I've been a star), and they like, "Damn, he dropped" (ayy)
Think he was a bomb, and they like, "Damn, he popped" (They like, "Damn, he popped")
Uh, nah, nah, nah, I'll never stop (I ain't never gon' stop)

Think it was a bomb, and they like, "Damn, he dropped" (ayy)
Think it was a bomb, and they like, "Damn, he popped'
I think I'm Obama, the way this bitch talk (bitch)
Send 'em to the future when I let that stick talk (err)
She just wanna fuck, she say, "Jace been a star" (star)
300 blackout, fully AR
Coke money, like I got this shit up off the arm
Snowbunny, she keep tryna fuck me, gosh darn
Don't got no I.D, bad bitch'll get me in
He got no idea how that chopper finna, "Vrrt, vrrt"
(Ayy, uh-uh-uh)
I'ma keep goin' (ayy), I'ma keep going (bitch), listen (ayy, bitch)
Hit so many bitches, Top Kid pornstar (bitch)
Have so many sh-, had the Glocks goin', "Rrr" (fuck)
X-A-N-A-X bar
Fully tinted, five-percent tint race car (bitch)

(Nuh-nuh)
(Nu-nah, nu-nah, nu-uh) Cloudymorning on the beat

I be like, "Damn, what the fuck she sayin'?"
I'm on drank, gettin' fat, like the Michelin Man
God damn, bad bitch, ride me, Can-Am (yeah)
Pulled up in a Hellcat, that bitch on fire
Bad bitch lookin' good, and I know I want her (uh-huh)
I could pull up SE Coupé, or pull up big Hummer (uh-huh)
Money counter, it go, "Beep-boop"
Think I like the money (uh-huh)
Baby, I won't keep you, I'ma keep a hunnid' (uh-huh)
I love fuckin' gunners
Catch ya down bad? Then they gun ya (uh-huh)
I be laughin' to the fuckin' bank
Bitch, I'ma silly motherfucker (uh-huh)
Say she wanna fuck me, then I'm with it, motherfucker (uh-huh)
Talkin' 'bout money, then I get it, motherfucker

That's it?



Credits
Writer(s): Jace Lavoer Salter
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