Freestyle (Beatbox Remix)

We cross him up like basketball, bitch we really ball
In the field like a quarterback, bitch we throw it far
In my hood we don't play fair, we gone zip all
Ima catch him, Ima zip him, I'm a knock his top off
Shitting on you like my toilet paper I don't need a stall
Grinding with my lil bro, bitch we gone make it far
In my hood I be spitting shit man I'm really raw
Ima rookie to this game bitch, what you really
thought
Speaking on some street shit, boy you know you really soft
Punch him in his nose to watch him cry that's his soft spot
223's fuck a AR bitch we kept the Glocks
Niggas dissing on lil EJ bitch Ima cross him out
We cross him out, 'cause he was talking shit talking out his mouth
Niggas dissing on the internet, they just want the clout
Bodies dropping mommas crying niggas lying about their opps
Niggas acting some bitches out here claiming shit they not
Niggas really hating on a young bitch I'm really hot
These niggas acting like hoes I took ya girl and hit her spot
Harleyville's finest nigga I got that name 'cause I can box
EJ speaking on that real shit and he will never stop
I be grinding day and night nigga tryna make it out
These niggas really don't love you nigga, man just thug it out
I be praying at night tryna find a better route
You niggas ain't gone talk to me like that, better watch ya mouth

We cross him up like basketball, bitch we really ball
In the field like a quarterback, bitch we throw it far
In my hood we don't play fair, we gone zip all
Ima catch him, Ima zip him, I'ma knock his top off
Shitting on you like my toilet paper I don't need a stall
Grinding wit my lil bro bitch, we gone make it far
In my hood I be spitting shit man I'm really raw
Ima rookie to this game bitch, what you really
Thought