Shy Kid Freestyle Lyrics

Yeah, I don't got time for that weird shit If you catch me slidin' in traffic, it's with

A bad bitch All the hatin' that these niggas do make me

Sick The way I make it happen, you could call me

Rick, Rick James, nigga, or Rozay I don't give a fuck, gettin' money every

Fuckin' day On my grind and I done get this shit in every

Way On my job, I'm in the game, let's run another

Play, Networkin' now a nigga fuck with real estate

Touch base a 50 ball, got that out of state, Yeah she bad, but got no morals, bust another

Date Stressed out a nigga, gotta hold out on this

Plate SRT, center caps, fuck with Mopar gang

Can't fuck with lanes, nigga, we are not the same

Switchin' lanes on the way to the fuckin' bank

Big body whip, movin' like a fuckin' tank Ten toes, eyes open, don't got time to blink

Sippin' lean for the pain, I see everything.

You know the vibes hittin' different on a sunny day

Thought we was beefin', but in person, ain't got shit to say..

The game I never change, these bitches fuckin

My brothers I pass the wrong to the next, my mind's been

Feelin' cluttered I'm only chasin' a bag,

I do this shit like no other.

Tucked in the back with a Ruger, these bitches really in love, don't know why I try to pursue em

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I was down bad for a second, but that ain't

The case, now I been runnin' up these bands, fuck love, I'd rather break a hoe

That G-Lock with a 30 really got me feelin' safer, though

They tryna hold me back and bring me down, they better let it go

Tryna play me like a nigga, stupid, had to let em' know

Turned to faggots for the money, I could never sell my soul

See through all that fake shit like a telescope

Got a dedicated bitch that run it and she A1 snow