FREESTYLE Lyrics

You a bitch, nigga, I'll smack your ass up with this blick, nigga

Five years up in the trenches, nigga, I spent six figures

D&D the phone, I handle business, you tryna get me triggered

Nigga play, bullet hit his dome, the chunks leave and jiggle

Creepin' out the back, can't leave the front, cause 12 was on my ass

Shawty found her way straight to the dick, you copped a Uber black

Glock intact, nigga play my lo Glock, take him off the map

Tap a nigga with that heat, his mama lookin' like Tyrese

Took a nigga down for his packs and sold it in his face

You ain't never take a nigga shit and throw it in his face

Brody love to switch, he said his arm was quakin' with the Drake

Try and swing a door, I'm gone blitz before you try and spray

You start a beef, don't tuck the tail, lil nigga shake your wrist

Leave the phones at the crib, spin with them titties, it bet not be no bitch

Like COD, pack a punch a Glock and turn it to a Glitch

I can't play with kids, I ain't the silly rabbit, I can't fall for tricks

I'ma tell you now, we can fuck chill, we can't lay around

I gotta use my head, can't lay no broke dick, I need some bread

Nigga moving foul, bada dum punt bow, that's gone hit his head

Nigga think he crazy, show your loose screws and then you gettin' nailed

Get it done, I won't ask like Richie, I don't need the help my Brody nem

Fuck that boy up, they waited till he fell

Send a lo for this one, I'ma meet you, I don't need a scale

I'm mad they threw them years at Brody crazy, they ain't give him bail

My brother Gudda hit the line, pole check, I'm riding with my strap

Soon as I catch lil dude ass, you know he gettin' clapped

Reach for that HDG, Kirko itching for the head tap

Tap the gas up on the E-Way, numbers jumping on the dash

My brother gotta hit the line, pole check, I'm ridin' with that iron

Soon as I catch lil dude ass, I'ma hawk his ass down

Reach for that HDG, lil c, he said, fuck a perfect time

Tap the gas up on the E-Way, numbers jump, fuck who behind