Freestyle ft. Nasiah2x Lyrics

Yeah, rollie' on my wrist, its way too p for presidential

I don't want your diamonds, she rock Gucci, Louis, or Essentials

50 Chains around my neck, I feel euphoric, can't face my mental

The way the chopper hit him in his stomach, it lit him like a candle

Yeah, I don't even need a pen or pencil this straight off the dome

I feel like Travis Scott when I pull up, tell her, pick up the phone

Scat packs and Trackhawks, it's singin' just like Post Malone

I feel like Sofaygo, I put my heart around this chrome

Told her, get away from me, knock her down like Ted Bundy

My lil' brother, he do not do track, but he love check runnin

Runnin' out to three songs, speedin' past the pad, punnin

I think that my bruh tryna catch a kill, cause he stay, head huntin

Yeah, why my bro stay, head, huntin, he tweak tryin catch a vet

I got a razor, tryna put that to yo head just like a vet

I had to get her off of me, she too annoying, just like a tick

I rock forces, Ferragami, I might mix it up with Rick

Yeah, mix it up with Rick Owens my platform, you can't stand on it

You can't beat me in a band for band and I can stamp on it

I might take her out to New London, drac on me, it's too funny

I might get your main bitch, outta town and take her to London

Yeah, rollie' on my wrist, its way too p for presidential

I don't want your diamonds, she rock Gucci, Louis, or Essentials

50 Chains around my neck, I feel euphoric, can't face my mental

The way the chopper hit him in his stomach, it lit him like a candle

Yeah, I don't even need a pen or pencil this straight off the dome

I feel like Travis Scott when I pull up, tell her, pick up the phone

Scat packs and Trackhawks, it's singin' just like Post Malone

I feel like Sofaygo, I put my heart around this chrome