Last Minute Freestyle Lyrics

100 grams with 100 bands, lil' bitch, don't get me started

Brodie said, don't fuck with him or he gon' shoot that party

I got bitches who like bitches who lick each other off Bacardi

30 rounds and 30 shots up in this Drake, it's like a Uncharted

Make him fly like Peter Pan, bet he gon' feel this fan

My lil' bitch, she hold my FNN while we be smokin' strands

All these niggas movin' dirty, no Plain Janes just plain plans

We get high as fuck, no stopping even when the plane land

I got Fendi on my bitch, I'm ballin' out, I'll call you bae

Buy my guns straight out the raq, it's like a thousand for a K

I don't never love no bitch, she pay the bills just for the day

Even if I got enough, I split that shit with Gang Gang

My lil' 40, bang, bang, I ain't trippin' bout no bitch

And we both want the same thing

She keep callin' on my phone, I think I need a name change

She'll never get it, all my niggas blacked and masked up, the bandits paid for business

She don't want no BBL, that ass fat, it came from fitness

I go fast, I'm pacin' in it, say she love a crazy nigga

I'm the type to run down on yo' block, this 40 change a nigga

It don't matter how much money I touch, still ain't made a nigga

That shit like a ball hog, I been on that court so much

I'm ballin' like a all-star, I ain't beefin' with no niggas

Who be actin' all hard, when the cameras out

They flashin' all they shit nah, nah, huh, nigga, hell nah

On that highway, I be dashin' on my shit a five.0

I get all my Weed and guns and all my shit from Poncho

That's your bitch, she on her knees, she suckin' dick with eyes closed

Put a Drum Mag on that ARP, that shit a bongo

That lil' bitch say she my bitch, I tell that bitch, hell nah

Bitch, hell nah, what the fuck, hell nah

All these bitches crawling, falling, money all in

Trap haul in, plenty bitches, niggas doggin

Uh, uh, I love you

Beef, beef, beef