Locker room Freestyle ft. Skyte Lyrics

Cool you got a glocky but I promise that I'm busting quicker

I'm sippin' on drank this dumb, bitch, ask me if it's fuckin' liquor

I don't wanna fuck, she said I'm a good-for-nothin' nigga

Try me and its up, tell my brody and he pull the trigger

Bitch, I was a jit up in my crib, fuckin' my babysitter

Only hang with vets all my life, cause bitch, I hate beginners

Bitch, lost my respect, thinkin' I was finna pay for dinner

I can't ever lose, why you think I only hang with winners

Gang Gang in yo shit creepin' around, I'm the swiper

They not bout these hands, they some dorks in some diapers

Run up on that nigga, make him shit in his diaper

My bitch turn you stone, but no, her hair don't got no vipers

They talk on the net, how my opps a bunch of spiders

Use her for that neck, feel like Yachty, I one night her

Don't tell me yo bank, yeah, I'm a credit card swiper

How many times I gotta tell you that I'm mad, and Im getting madder

SMG, so I'm bustin' quicker

Damn that bitch nasty, swear to God, she is such a spitter

Shawty tripping, so I took her mom to dinner

Damn she bad, and she had her friends with her

Swear they get real nasty off the liquor

Tried to post me up like Angel Reese, got my D up

The way she threw it back, you better take the over that my D was up

All right, you don't bet, and let me keep going

I'm mad, and I'm getting madder

Finna mix these bitches up just like I'm making batter

Hit that bitch just like a batter

Roll my shoulder, it don't matter

Stay up in her throat like I gave that bitch some medicine

If it's snowing, then I'm going, think her name was Madison

Sike I like my black queens, coming fast like Lightning McQueen

Bald head bitch like Mr. Clean, finna beat it up like Baby Keem

I'm jumping, kicking in that mosh pit

Hit that bitch from the back, yeah, I did a flip

Speeding up the flow, cause you know how I get

X on his back, yeah, he finna get hit

Damn she mad, freaky, hopped up on my dick and did a split

Damn that nigga did me wrong, so we had to split

Yeah, I don't mess with opps, you got a cherry finna pop

Skyte got a chopper, hit you in the top

Niggas mad cause I'm getting money and they not

Damn that bitch bad, and she called me dad

Dude, that's so rad

Give a nigga a few more months, finna be a college grad

What are you doing, step bro