224 FREESTYLE Lyrics

I wanna do dis shi chill asf bro

Yuh, yuh

Yuh, yuh, yuh

Dis da typa beat i needa freestyle fr

Comma dee, i am nyo, see

Haha, yuh, yuh

Its a fuckin closed case nigga

Ok, im spitting vinegar, bitter it ur perimeter

While riding wit killers that be making me look real sinister

Fuck politics, i might kill da minister

And yk my aim has been straighter than a cylinder

U gotcha bitch up here walkin and its killin her

Take her to ur house after i got finished drillin her

The way she call a nigga daddy when im pulling hair

U can join in nigga, and i promise, yk its rude to stare

Her legs shakin too damn much, she crawlin up the stairs

I might groupie lust da fuckin bitch, like its very rare

She was suckin on my dick, i made it very clear

I dont want no pussy, and yes bitch, thank u for the care

Im dat nigga in yo sleep, see ur nightmares when u weep

No my dick is not to keep, take a step back

Keep yo distance bitch, u dont kno whats in dis backpack

Its sum drugs and a drum machine, and yes dat is a real pack

I like to scream, i dont rap, wrap around my dick

Like a beat, see yo bitch right over there, she like to spit on it

Everytime im ona feature, its like im killin it

Im stabbin it and stoppin it, until it likes to vomitspit

U like my clique? DND, i put dat on my shi

Its 224 forever, fuck it, put it on my skin

Yall count my losses despite the fact i always tend to win

But since u wanna play, come on nigga, lets fuckin play pretend