whatchu on freestyle Lyrics

Ayy, whatchu on, got tools n straps gon' get you fuckin' wacked

Talkin' out the neck, some pussy shit come pull up on my mat

I ain't dissin, just gon' set it straight so you don't end up wacked

Bitch, I'm stacked, got a hundred rounds up in the clip, I'm not gon' miss the bag

Why the hell you focused on me, bitch, you need to get a bag

Fuck the cops, oh and they mama, ain't no loyalty to fam

Yes, they kill they own brother and they get that shit on cam

Yes, they kill they own brother and they get that shit on cam

Man, these niggas talkin' crazy only because they feel safe

Body bags against the wall, I guess they figured out that day

Ain't no pussies on my side, you wan' come try, then where's your bae

Bands in knots, I fuckin' tied, I bet you couldn't do the same

Za that get you high, I pack it up and move it out the way

Have you really tried the shit you claimed you did, boy, what you say

Man, you fuckers fake, you ain't got motion, plus you fuckin' late

And the shorties keep on callin, probably askin, can I stay

No, cause the money fallin' out for every second that I waste

Too much shit that you be causin, boy, there's too much on your plate

Why you niggas think y'all ballin' when y'all only stacked a K

Bitch, I got two of those, but I ain't talkin' bout the pape

Niggas clowns, they just put on a show and do their lil' jokes

Bitch, I'm totin' on a lil' pole, the taurus do the most

Swimmin' up in traffic, causing havoc, man, I really go

Where I'm from, get packs up on the daily, then go sell the boats

Niggas seizing up on 30s, lookin' like a picture posed em

Niggas that I thought would keep it sturdy, ended up some hoes