20 Blues Freestyle

You gon' fuck around and die from allis goop, don't try to shoot
Who got these hoes mad? Who got the juice?
I done flew the coupe at 18, had a Benz by 22
I'ma let him think it's sweet, we barrel-swapped the 22

If I put rims on this bitch, I'm slidin' off on 22s
Pop him like a perk, we did the job for 20 blues
Pull up 100 deep, that's 50 hands and 50 shoes (Not everybody with the shit nigga)
Or I could pull up by myself, that's one click and 100 booms

I'm tryn catch him, stretch him, bang out, take the K out, change his face
I'm gon' chase him, spank him, hang him, hawk his ass down like a race
Ain't gon' bap, nigga, I'm tryna clap em all and get shit out the way
You gon' take that on the chin and we take this shit to the grave

You gon' fuck around and die from allis goop, don't try to shoot
Who got these hoes mad? Who got the juice?
Broke the lil bitch heart, that ain't my bitch, she just confused
I ain't go to school for engineering, I still play around with tools

They know what it is with me, who the fuck is you?
Police pick us up, that's the only time they don't know two
My name holds so much weight, this bitch could move bricks cross the border
Put the fish scale in the sink, just hit the new brick with the water

All that hee-hee, ha-ha, rah-rah, fun and games until you die
Chopper interrupt that blah-blah, send his lame ass to the sky
Give a fuck about no bitch, I'll push ya lame ass to the side
Used to dream about them racks, that money came to my surprise
Macaulay Culkin, home alone, I'm in here trippin' in this bitch
Crushed a blue and hit the stu, I'm in here bippin' in this bitch
Lil' mama know she got that water, got me slippin' in this bitch
I get the rackades, you boys on the back page trickin' in this bitch

You gon' fuck around and die from allis goop, don't try to shoot
Who got these hoes mad? Who got the juice?
Broke the lil bitch heart, that ain't my bitch, she just confused
I ain't go to school for engineering, I still play around with tools