392 Freestyle Lyrics

I still remember that time my pops was walking out the house wit his nine

He gave me his other gun I'm clutching on a nine too

They know we pulling up they hear the 39 deuce 39 deuce

Riding round inside my town with my mind loose

Never let em' taunt you

I just say one word my youngins go out there and find you

All these bitches tryna fuck me now but that's what tI'me do

Opps had blew some shots inside his house and hit his mom dukes

Yeah this a fuck you to the world

And these niggas be so police why you shoot with all them girls

Better kill all them niggas tryna walk up on yo turf

They like von why you smile cause a nigga been through worst

I got niggas who ain't never ever leaving prison

And the only reason that I rap my mama see the vision

Turn around somebody left the strap we moving with precision

Man the way the opps be vanishing I think them boys magician

Chilling on the east head to the west and get a nasty bitch

Shawty getting lit I swear to god I love a ratchet bitch

Stolen sticks and 556 behind the 5 percent

Letter to the lord if I don't make it back i'm dying rich

RP's and xans stolen cars and vins all my bitches trippin

Lotta shit won't understand

Take em' down ever up the score feel like you the man

Just know yo ass better pray on top yo soul

hope you repent

What you doing gotta move it

Youngins out here moving stupid

Had to tell em' delete switches off of instagram they too lit

Richest in my family all my folks already knew this

No illegals in the bentley so i'm pulling up a new clip

Vontay beat that body bitches tripping off bacardi

Turn it up let's get it started

Snuck the glockys in the party

Pull her head she go retarted

Like lamar we cut yo water G

Speeding on the Eway guarantee yo bitch on side of me

Sorry I can't go if she setup then i'll blow

Tryna find some love in atl exactly why you broke

Some the bros throwing B's some the bros banging loc

Why you tryna fuck with me this shit hell slice his throat

I got money problems bigger bands and bigger dollars

Calling twin inside the chain gang my other patna holla

Beefing with the set you might as well pray that you gon' see tomorrow

See them niggas swear it's up

We shoot them bitches from afar