Notice Me Freestyle Lyrics

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Yeah yeah

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I'm in the booth with the gliz in my lap

Niggas is losers they begging for straps

Oodle your noodle your shit gon' get cracked

Only two hands but I came with four straps

It's fuck what you saying pull up with the Mac

Just swiped four Visas on a body no cap

Think a nigga make a song how a nigga get clapped

Even if a nigga wrong gang got my back yeah

These niggas Chinchilla

They threw me in the jungle I turned to gorilla

Name a nigga that's realer

Put the perc in the drank and it's making me swivel

And it's killing my liver

And the lean make a nigga Macarena

Since my pockets got bigger

I got foreign bitches trying to throw me anus

All of my niggas they keeping the stainless

Bitch I'm the reaper I'm leaving them brainless

Don't do no talking we creeping and aiming

Don't fuck with snitches these niggas be naming

Tie up a hostage we choke him then maim him

Spray him like caustics we torch him and flame him

Bag up the profit then put in the basement

Speak on my name but that shit do not phase me

She say she want to have a nigga baby

Stuck in the trap I got crack like the eighties

I cut off the niggas that was acting shady

Designer my threads I'm dripping like gravy

I bang out a bitch and then give her the boot

Go kick down your door and take off with the loot

Im sorry I'm sinning that's all I can do

Tomorrow I pray but tonight I'm a shoot

You sending a threat better duck like a goose

My watch bling while I pour up a deuce

Can't stop me no that's what you won't do

Monopoly how my hundreds is blue

I ain't never lacking pull up on me and the thing cock

Cock that bitch back thought it was a slingshot

Knock that bitch made her send the homie Green Dot

Pull up to the party with a bitch off TikTok

Nineties baby but I still serve Chris Rock

Fuck that bitch and she yelling out gyaka

You ain't really fuck that bitch you a liar yeah

I been sipping on lean and I'm tired yeah

And I'm packing the stick like a track meet

And I don't share my percs so don't ask me

Put that boy on a shirt leave him ashy

Bet that bitch double take if she pass me

Tapped in with the Mexicans

Ouu it's time to go flex again

A model bitch want to give me fellatio

Two more we gon' change up the ratio

I'm Rambo when I'm peeling his cap back

You can keep that bitch been had that

I been beat that bitch then passed that

Went balls deep cause the lil bitch ass fat

Hit another state then ask where the gas at

Find another play buss down where the cash at

I fuck on that bitch and we lay up

She know I'm a P she gone pay up

I just popped me a E so I stay up

And if he send a diss he won't wake up

Put that chop in his mouth he go bye bye

I'm just telling the truth you gon' lie-ie

Why would you believe in all the enemies

Trying to keep it a hundred like centuries

I just creep in the cut with that desert E

In the trenches these niggas is scared of me

My lines they be dope they be ketamine

They get that coke put the line on the table

He said he was plugged but that boy told a fable

Bitch I'm connected ain't talking no cable

Oh oh

I'm getting this paper these niggas is so broke

Aye aye

Ain't got to ask me who got them bands

Cause these lil niggas they know it's me

Ain't got to ask me who got them bands

Cause these lil niggas they notice me

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah it's Juke

Aye

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