F. Freestyle ft. St.Allen Lyrics

Man, this is easy

Ay, ay, ay, yeah

Okay, yeah, this a one-clip

But I'm in a two-piece, riding down to Brunswick

Got my bitch passenger, had to make her come quick

Walk don't run with me, cause after, then they jump ship

Make sure when you fall, you gotta hit a front flip

Once this is over, got a new bitch and we pull off in a Rover

Hold up, see the ice and they froze up

I ain't got no ice, that's just cap for the bros, but

This a good beat, CJ picked out

Gotta call him Larry in the booth, or I'll get kicked out

Ay, hold up for you, get switched out

Got a fro on me now and it's picked out

Got a cough in my chest, feeling sick now

Gotta talk to my bro, he getting tricked out

Ay, just got a phone call from Mike, he getting tricked now

New girl was all up on his body like a big towel

She don't answer calls, no more she skip town

Fuck, wait, how that shit sound

Mikey gon' be aight, so let's probably switch the subject

Me and Larry in the booth, we up next

Not really, but we gon' keep trying till it's success

Fell a couple times, man, fuck stress

Look, I'ma still be here till the place close

Still working hard every day in my play clothes

New bitch keep talking, keep your face closed

Old niggas, they gon' keep hating, cause they gon' stay old

But let's switch the topic one more time

Tired of this, I got one more rhyme

Ay, come jam with me, this song don't need no hook

Ay, come jam with me, this song don't need no hook

Ay, come jam with me, this song don't need no hook

Ay, come jam with me, this song don't need no hook

Look, look, jump, how high, they do it cause I say so

I know I'm real fly, I know I'm that guy

So don't be asking why when you look me in my eyes

It comes as no surprise, it's really just a vibe

I get it, you don't, you knew that, you chump

Why I'm talking bout a nigga who don't get no bump

I'm averaging a triple-double when I'm in a slump

A couple more songs, I can finally get my fronts

That boy fast like lightning, they told me to go punch in

I thought that we all was fighting, but I was wrong though,

We was in the booth, they said, go in let's make a song though,

It was like Saturday at 3:10, what time are we leaving

I don't care, I'm just a gon keep spitting til this leave end

Well, I meant the session

But, while we talking leave-ins, what your girl doing

She got that wig on, what them curls doing

Wearing that bitch like she was Doja Cat

Is that a wig or is it a hat

I don't know, I'ma stop asking questions

Going to the club, why the fuck he wearing trukfit

See, I'm just confused, it's just some dumb shit

He was trying to walk up to the bar on some bum shit

Try to buy my bitch drinks, I don't think so

The sounds of us getting kicked out the studio