str8 bihness freestyle Lyrics

Two liter in my hand like this my heater

Revenge tasting sweeter, new plays hit new meters

Bitch this life or death, don't give a fuck about yo nina

Should've thought it out before you stepped in my arena

I ain't popping X with my ex, i'm on the next bitch

Got that dog in me you can Johnny Test this

Wasn't no problem problem with my swag until I flexed

Still on the east cause I ain't fucking with the west

Gotta get direct, I ain't fucking with the rest

Bitch I barely sleep, how the fuck can I get rest?

Gotta keep it neat so nobody can suspect

Yeah we from the street but us niggas need respect

Young nigga getting checks, had to keep that boy in check

Make my bitch uncomfy, put that knife up to yo neck

Hell yeah I crash out, man what else did you expect?

Hell yeah we making cabbage, making green, making shrek

Now they still think i'm playing, i'm not the same lil brodie from G town is what i'm saying

We ain't rocking gold but my l jewelry super saiyan

Try to test me imma beat yo ass and then replay it

Don't take this for granted and hear another nigga say it

Let me chill, take a chill pill

I'm just passionate cause I think i'm the real deal

Now we older you can get hit with that real steel

Five for five with a blick that's a real meal