DOUGHBOY FREESTYLE

Fuck up the game
I fuck up the world for a sack
The diamonds on earring would zap
I look through the plays
And look through the streams on the map

Used to be totin a bag now i be totin a blick
AR15 on the fence presi a mic with no pence
Still showin love it depends
I have to see to our ends
Still on the top of the mix
None of this shit would make sense
Still i be making the cents
Study the roof in the riff
EQ is two to a tint
Mastering all of my parts
Bull in your eye not a dart
That's how i start
Really don't know how i finish never could sulk to a blemish
Counting down all of my minutes, mixing this shit like a chemist
Up in a drop where the lid is
Out here i'm just tryna get it

Sold my soul for a milly
Walk down then i go silly
Bentley gon bounce no billy
Buy out the part with no feeling
Diamond they rain from the ceiling
Benjamins blue in acrylics
Still i'ma kill it
Then go leak it
Five percent tint no peaking
Upping that score get even
Upping the score, open the port and i go

You know we still on the road
You know we piecing it up
Then you know we gotta go

Still in the mix
I'm counting it up
I do it like this I do legit
Senna depart Mclaren the car
Me clearing the art and we moving again

And Ima hit, you hitting the gym, and that is the only thing you gonna hit
If I need Flick, then you bugging out
We spin on the block, and we spin it again

But i'm in the big body benz got big body bands
with bigger the body the truck
I got that big body lamb
The big body lands
You know if it's bigger it's up
I got the bigger the rims
The bigger the lense
The ice gon be bigger aswell
Bank account bigger than ends
The money don't end
Still gonna ask you what's up

You don't want smoke lil bro that's tough
Fat wrist look like Pillsbury dough
Dough boy never be talking enough
Bitch i get the diamonds it never was rough
Send him to the sky now he talking to pac
Bitch I got aim to the eye on the block
Party with Diddy now you gonna get touched

Talking out the booty boy i know it was a bluff
And im talking crazy when i put it off the lot
Call him Roddy Broke cause he living in a box
Living too live boy you gonna popped
Living too live boy hit you with the plot

When I dive to side and i shootback
Handle y'all boys i ain't never had to do that
Act too quick gonna take you for a fool jack
Jacking up big broke money don't do that
Valet my car my F82
Roaring down fifth street gear on two
Bad boys walk down liter on foo
I ain't even mean no shit so rude

Big boys talk go get to that loot
Enter my numbers I fix my shoe
Accounted for all of the people and goons
Romeo still many pretentious ya fool