Freestylin' Lyrics

TWS, bitch

Look

Bitch, I do this rap shit for the fun of it

If you talking down on the team, nigga, you a knucklehead

And I don't like to street fight, I got the upper hand

The chop hit him in his back, he got a summer tan

Bitch, I'm in love with the guap, give me another band

All my niggas shooting up your block, you better duck your head

Ski full of dreads, made him leave with a couple strands

Bullets lit his face up like the pumpkin man

If I catch a nigga at a light, he finna end up hiking

Had to put a switch on the chop, ain't no need for fighting

If I tell you something about my past, you would think I'm lying

I could rap about other shit, not just niggas dying

Bitch, you know I'm always making plays like I'm Kobe Bryant

So much money in the safe, I can't even hide it

I had to cut a bitch off, cause she keep on trying

I had to cut a bitch off, cause she tryna fuck

Bitch getting passed around like a hockey puck

You couldn't fuck the first night, you became a munch

Pull up on a nigga nine deep, we the Brady Bunch

I don't think you want smoke with me, you better grab the runtz

My nigga selling straight dog shit, why you smoking boof

Bitch, we hot boxing in the whip, almost crashed the coupe

How you wake up with no money? Yeah, I'm asking you

Catch me anywhere, you gon' see me with a stack of blues

Bitch, I got it out the mud like I'm Sandman

So much money while I'm counting, bitch, I need another hand

You can stop asking for a handout, I am not your friend

Bitch, you need to get it on your own, you gotta understand

You need to get it through your head that this shit not easy

I used to struggle back then, now I'm living freely

You a bum nigga, stop hating, I know you wanna be me

I'm like Mr. Krabs with the money, the way I get greedy

If you wanna run up, you get knocked down

Boxed out, if you still talking, get the chop out

You can stop the car right here, I'm finna hop out

You might as well give up, like a dropout

Let me make this real easy and simple

A nigga talking out his neck, getting popped like a pimple

Bitch, why did you have to run, now you crippled

This is not a normal bullet, lil' nigga, this a missile

My chop cook a nigga up like a frying pan

He get a big hole in his chest, he think he Iron Man

Nigga too swole for a vest, hit his diaphragm

Catch a old bitch at the bank, I think it's time to scam

Bitch nigga, put the gloves on, you is not no fighter

One, two, three, two, one, then I throw a right hook

I hit the nigga in his head, now he thinking brighter

This a freestyle, lil' nigga, I didn't need to write it

Shit too easy, nigga

Bitch ass, nigga

I can keep going too, look