Mix It Up Freestyle Lyrics

Back on the track and I rip it

Bussin' his chin no crimson

Buss-Bussin' his lid his fitted

Imma cop 'Raris no rentin'

Oh yeah I just beat it up I ain't e'en mention

Lightskin, darkskin, mix it up, twist it

Talk bout A.M. but you not official

Make your mom cry she gon' need some more tissue

Whole team fill up the venue

I be switchin' hoes like clothes yeah I don't got a even schedule

That bitch said I cuffed her I'm like how could you believe I settle

You heard that them hallow tips whistle like a steamin' kettle

Oh you tried huh

That's a E for effort

Yeah you know I always push it, bae don't even stress it

He play with A.M. once, you know that he regret it

I told brodie pass the fanny where I keep the Tec in

Kick this shit like Tekken, huh

We kick your door in

If I think I'm passin' out I go and tap my bro in

What was he just sayin' 'bout A.M. he don't know of them

Brodie got the Glock, switches like to tote them

They told me that the Percocet will kill you

I be like, off the drugs, this shit got me sayin' yeah yeah

I be fightin' with her but I swear that's not the plan, yeah

Yall be gettin' mad about a bitch you never had, yeah

Is you tryna fuck me baby, I don't mean to nag, yeah

All these bitches all up on me 'cause they want the bag, yeah

I just wanna fuck you baby, I don't wanna bag you

You should duck

Or else they finna tag you

I got countless enemies, these bitches all obsessed with me

This boy keep typin' bullshit man and I'm like what the F and H

Yeah of course I love the Glockiana, but the FN great

If I'm bored I be like shawty go roll up and let's get baked

All of my brother be gettin' that cheddar so you ain't my bro if you ain't gettin' pape

Why is she sayin' that I ain't e'en beat it like shawty you trippin' I got it on tape

Yeah you gon' know who with me or not, huh, my brodie's be up on the stage

Yeah, why you got so much to say

I'm really unbothered but I be tryn' tell yall that shit is so lame

I be like shawty why you actin' strange

Boy you got like eight dollars in the bank

You got like eight dollars to your name

So why you be takin' mine to say in vain

You a lil fan so that shit okay

Driftin' the Masi round the one way

Pockets so fat, think I'm bouta break

Think Imma gremlin, Percocet I take

Yeah I feel it

Yeah I'm geeked up

He think he my dog he only hit me when he need sum

Shawty talk bout, when we fuckin' that shit start to mean sum

When I ask her what she mean, she say she wanna be sum

I'm good

But that shit isn't your fault though

It been a minute but I don't be with it

I know you be wondering what got my heart broke

C.E.O. A.M. you know that that shit is a hard role

They all be tellin' me textin' her back isn't smart, I know

I know

I'm sliding right back in her phone

Like why ain't you laughin' at jokes

Said fuck it I'm crackin' some more

Said fuck it I crack open four

Said fuck it I'm crackin' her bones

I'm thinkin' I'm askin' what for

These pussy be chattin' to hoes