Ahh, Youuu! (Freestyle) Lyrics

My rhymes really, really got crack in it

Make me wanna smack them, gotta put some back in it

Money on some biggie cause I'm really feeling fat with it

Looking like a Thursday way I put some back in it, crack in it

Real nigga, I'll fold you

Make em double think like they got cold shoes

Tell em that I'm winter fresh and that I'm still the best

Feeling like DJ Khaled in '02

Nigga, catch the fuck up, you losing

These bars ain't simple, still ruthless

I do it, get done in advance, I am yo daddy, you still on them boosters

That shit ain't real, bitch you boosting

In the club, my song what they boosting

I'll pop up and fuck up ya plans

I am the winner, you just remain losing

These silly rap niggas ain't shit

Ain't worth all the crack that ya mama smoke, bitch (aye)

Nah, I ain't holding ya hand

So back the fuck up, better slip on a mitten (huh)

Name one of em fucking with me

I double the bag, I ain't talking the C

I am the senator, ender her, JOAT is not regular, slide on a beat like a fucking Avenger

Try to attack me, I'm back and I'm better-er

Pen game is always gon' eat

You should be taking the plea

You gon' be begging me, please

Buffing my ruby, da sleeze

Niggas birds, flexing in the burbs

And they in a hearse

Such a shame, nigga lost his life cause he thought he gang

Niggas steady switching sides

Red dot on your mind

Like Beyonce

Let me sashay, got my chest out like I'm Dolly

And, my name big, need a dolly

Fuck what you heard, it's what I say

You on coco, now you wildin

And if I pop out, know I'm wildin', nigga

If I see a nigga, break a nigga, shake a nigga, make a nigga

Really run his pockets if he ever try to take it, nigga

Big JOAT on him, if he ever try to play, nigga

Crying to yo daddy and yo mammy cause I bitched a nigga

R.I.P. Damn, really killed a nigga

Cause I got heat, damn, and I burned the nigga?

Bitch, at me, blast, if I pull the trigger

Know it's time to pay me if I'm throwin' up my middle finger

Time to clock out, bitch, you old and played

With them tired-ass rhymes and the songs you sang

Android, really giving burnt out

Hit em with a goodbye, like the way that Sam sung

More than a nine, go and add you a one

Add you another, get ready to run

Calling them opps on yo team

Mine toting the beam, they might get the blasting for fun

Dirty bitches pimped out

Fucking on the same, then sleep on his couch

Crying on the gram, they reaching for clout

Fuck you and respect, accepting handouts

All in the cam, bruh is a fan

I'm built, and you Bobby, that nigga that can

Smoking these niggas, so roll me the blunt

Body on tea and the face is on cunt

Lil' bitch

And that's just how we gon' leave it