Mike Jack Freestyle Lyrics

My fiend cold as hell

He selling snow and shooting ice ain't never been to jail

I be thinking he a rat but only time gon tell

Cause imma smoke lil jimmy if they give him bail...

(IMMA KILL HIS ASS!)

it's time to get right

100 for the brown and 200 the white

My fiend act like a hooper screaming ball is life

I ain't even sell her drugs She high off powder rice

She call me back bitchin

She said bring her money back or her ass snitchin'

Put rat poison in her duty got her ass twitching

She gotta daughter my age should fuck her in they kitchen

Hit it with the menitol make her do the dishes

Bitch stop tryna lick the blender I need every penny

If I can put it on a scale I can get it missing

First day of the month my favorite day of business

The way I run my business

I need the address where you live and pictures of ya children

I need ya social number too I'm tryna buy a building

Master P of PPPs I don't got no limit

Turn that tan into white imma name it Mike

When I don't come around to fuck she put that cat on ice

The cat what keep me calm the dog what keep me right

I treat the dog like it's a cat and gave it nine lives

Before I got booked I could've went to college

Graduated at sixteen I ran the streets with knowledge

Wanted glocks and some fiends the streets what held me hostage

Put 1,000 grams of nawl on a fucking ostrich

Y'all still ain't peep that?

A ostrich is a bird y'all can't beat that

I be fucking up my ostrich like a mean dad

And I still play with sleeves like I'm popping tags