RHOADES FREESTYLE Lyrics

Bro, I swear to God

And, I had this bitch playing with her pussy on the motherfuckin' phone

While I'm serving breakfast in work release I swear, like, no cap, dead-ass

And I'm just like, oh

Yeah, I can't feel the shit you on

I ain't picking up my phone

That girl keep calling

I just texted her and told her, leave me lone

Like some cereal, don't want no Trix

I like my Honeycomb

Picked that Glock up

Let one shot off last night

Did that shit for Cole

Yeah, I be riding in the city

I be chilling

Coughing with a thotty, and

We both just popped a pilly

Fucked up off that X

There ain't no doubt

Hoe, yeah, I feel it

Got an issue with myself

Get off some drugs and then I kill it

I don't wanna do relations with a slut, no, I ain't with it

Why would I do that

When I could relate to some riches

I be chilling, I ain't tripping

Know, I said that once before already, fuck it, though

Just listen

You can't tell me I ain't shit

Cause now I got a pot to piss in

Hold up, let me talk my shit

Cause for this chance, yeah, I been itching

I, ain't did much yet

But what I said, I would, I did it

Everyone be flexing hard as fuck

Just for an image

But, I don't even try

Just take the cam out, get to flickin

Yeah, I do this day to day

Like every day if you don't get it

Hard to paint a perfect picture

When the brush been getting brittle

Promise I would keep shit pure

Just like a motherfucking BRITA

Yeah, my brother keep a Glock

But on his hat, it read Beretta

I ain't in no sex position, like a rat

Just want some cheddar

No

I would never snitch

Cause bitch, my grandma taught me better

Grew up stuck inside the 386

So my heart need a sweater

Shit got colder by the day

So I can't lie, I'm kinda fed up

Like the warmer weather better

Kinda help me pick my head up

Told her, I just want some heead

But when you suck it, suck it wetter

That's the type of head

You know the type of head that just hit better

Talking like it's Rocky

Final round, her mouth got a vendetta

I can't feel the shit you on

I ain't picking up my phone

This girl keep calling

I just texted her and told her, leave me lone

Like some cereal, don't want no Trix

I like my Honeycomb

Picked that Glock up

Let one shot off last night

Did that shit for Cole

I can't feel the shit you on

I ain't picking up my phone

This girl keep calling

I just texted her and told her, leave me lone

Like some cereal, don't want no Trix

I like my Honeycomb

Picked that Glock up

Let one shot off last night

Did that shit for Cole