Anyway Freestyle Lyrics

Twizo , he cookin' up

Big Trilla

Alright, let's wrap it up

I just get in the booth and just be

Make all my haters go away

Yeah

I just popped me a Red Bull, finna go in

They counted me out, they ain't think I would win

I'm good by myself, give a fuck bout some friends

How much for a show , told em I need a ten

I ain't never gon' fold, I ain't never gon' bend

Run through that shit, get it right back again

Lord knows I'm blessed, so I try not to sin

My opps, they a mess, I'ma try not to spin

Rule one, never hold your hand out

Gotta get it for yourself, young nigga

Rule two, be different, gotta stand out

I don't wanna be like none of them niggas

Rule three, gotta run up some bands

Rule four, stand on what you be sayin'

Rule five, show these folks you ain't playin'

On God, show these folks you ain't playin'

How much money you got? Oh, okay

You looking for a beef, boot go' look for a job

Niggas thinkin' they street, niggas thinkin' they hard

Boy go make you a beat, we so tired of them bars

Heard you still on your feet, I done hopped in a car

This ain't basketball, nigga, I gotta charge

Get in that field if you think you Brett Farve

My hand was fucked up, but I still played the cards

You the type of nigga that'll put a bitch before your kids, huh

You the type of nigga who'll probably snitch on your right hand, huh

You the type of nigga who'll probably switch when you get bands, huh

I'm the type of bitch where if I said it, I'm gon' stand on it

I just popped me a Red Bull finna go in

They counted me out, they ain't think I would win

I'm good by myself, give a fuck bout some friends

How much for a show? Told em I need a ten

I ain't never gon' fold, I ain't never gon' bend

Run through that shit, get it right back again

Lord knows I'm blessed, so I try not to sin

My opps, they a mess, I'ma try not to spin

Rule one, never hold your hand out

Gotta get it for yourself, young nigga

Rule two, be different, gotta stand out

I don't wanna be like none of them niggas

Rule three, gotta run up some bands

Rule four, stand on what you be sayin'

Rule five, show these folks you ain't playin'

On God, show these folks you ain't playin'

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Anyways, back to what the fuck I was doin'

Getting money on you lame ass niggas

Give it up