Blowed Freestyle Lyrics

Okay, my swagger down pact I feel like Weezy F Baby

After we fuck, she ask me, Kelo, you gon' leave me, bitch, maybe

They know we play for keeps bitch I come from a team of risk-takers

Smooth criminal I catch a B' I'm leavin' no traces

Seven grams in the grabba, we don't even smoke eighties

Let her get on top, she ask me why I'm bein' so lazy

If it wasn't for Plan B, might have about three or four babies

Why you wanna know my whereabouts? Been in my zone lately

I don't need a bitch to hold me down, been on my own lately

I come from the trenches, full of drug spots, and cold cases

I don't want that bitch you fuckin' on because she so basic

I ain't goin' back and forth with dog my nigga's soul takin

Quick to leave a bitch, right where she actin' weird at

Naw he ain't die, but niggas left the 'spital with his shield cracked

Young nigga, eat up every beat, just call me big back

Oh, you got your L's then hit the road and bring them pills back

Heard your brother died you broke down cryin' get some get back

Big-ass 10 milli' on my hip come get your blick back

Brodie out his shit been poppin' beans like they was Tic Tacs

I don't be sayin' shit to rhyme, I'm speakin' real facts

Dude started a war and had a baby, got his kid wacked

Stupid-ass nigga, I just wish he never did that

My bitch just ask me, can I eat her pussy, where my bib at?

I swear all my problems disappear soon as the seal cracked

Cuz got shot all in his mouth he need a visit at the dental

I'm a motherfuckin' dog bitch you can't fit me in no kennel

Told this bitch let's make a movie, late night live no Jimmy Kimmel

Fucked two hoes at the same time I'm playin' monkey in the middle

Poppin' beans back to back, I think it's fuckin' with my mental

Popped his ass on Cherry Street and made him run into St. Vincent

I'm a big dog, little boy, your ass a fuckin' infant

Nigga think he's finna slide on us boy that's a dummy mission

For that money you might catch me out in 30 states

Bro two dangerous ridin' around with a dirty K

Totin' A Glock, I remember it was the 38

Let a nigga play, we gon' up the fuckin' murder rate

Takin' bite after bite' man it's a lot on my plate

I'm surrounded by the real, had to get away from the fake

I was sittin' on the side, I had to find my own lane

I ain't worried bout no bitch, tell that hoe to roll page

When I lost my nigga T, I cried a hundred days, a hundred nights

When my mind crowded, I just get high and get up on a flight

I remember days when I was risking, gambling with my life

Could've lost a couple times, thank God I finally got it right

Stick to that motherfuckin' pape, that's what they said

Who is they? My mom and dad, that's the bank heads

Had to cut a couple ties on my momma, they was fake friends

Get up close these niggas possum like to play dead