Birthday Freestyle ft. LilDjayy Lyrics

Got a brand new lil whip and it's spacious

This Balenci' don't step on my laces

She gon' fuck cause she wanna be famous

Out of luck cause the lil bitch is basic

Hit the store with the bro cause I'm wasted

Ima dog so I fucked on the waitress

She on go and just sent her location

Drop that dick on your bitch said it's gracious

He in love and he buying her birkin

But she fucking with another person

Pulling up to the spot to get work in

Got the strippers upstairs and they twerking

Niggas actors they be smoking on that boofey

I cannot move the marijuana got me woozy

I hear a shot the homie clutching on the uzi

He let it bust because he know it make him moody

Yeah I told her I'm a rich man, my fit cost ten bands

Niggas acting stupid we gone hit him like some tin cans

Gone pull up on your block though, bust at your tacos

Niggas getting chicken in the kitchen like some Roscoe's

Your bitch call me pretty now I'm feeling like I'm Flacko

She finna slide the kitty but I cannot slide the guapo

You niggas cannot see me attitude is on El Chapo

Garages with the backwoods now it's steak up on the top floor

Talking shit your bitch I hit that, yeah we go way back

She not about her dough and Djayy really need a Maybach

I need a SRT to go two-hundred on the race track

Get paper like I'm Patty run it up like where my plays at?

In the party with the big juice, I'm finna pass out

Tahmond where the bitches we gone bring them to the trap house

Please don't try my niggas cause they guaranteed to act out

Green just be my presence I don't got no time to rap now

Don't fuck with these niggas stop capping we is not friends

I know these niggas pocket-watching so I drop ten

Big balling tell the bank bring the Brinks in

Bitch bad, giving top on the weekend

Had to cut this bitch off damn it hurt, she was too fine

Big woods, ain't no passing it's a FaceTime

Heard he broke, oh that's tough ima make mine

Eating steak, bring the plate, I don't do loins

That choppa lift you like a earthquake, it's what the shirt say

Come and cross the homies ima hurt you in the worst way

She hit me on a Thursday, said it's her birthday

How many bodies on that coochie take a survey

I know you see the belt, watch, and shoes bitch it's Gucci

Told me bring that pack back nigga it's my duty

And that shhh in my bag and it's sticky like some sushi

Make the whole exchange then it's chao got the blueys

Finna hit the crib and count some bands but I ain't Lonnie

Niggas they be virgins and be lying bout they bodies

Finna get a rack and do some shit to print the copies

I know you see Balenci' when I'm stepping out the lobby

They all up in my ear like why you robbing cause I gotta

Told me gotta have a second plan I thought of product

Took a little loss but know we just began the saga

And we left them niggas leaking when they squabbled at Harada