Fuck You Freestyle
I just wanna fuck bad bitches
For all the times I never had bitches
Matter of fact, I always had bitches
Remember, I ain't had no bread, but now that bag different
Told her, "Pull up with some friends, don't bring no fat bitches"
Left a hundred thousand around my brothers, ain't no stack missin'
Make sure that jimmy extra tight, they tryna trap niggas
Told her, "Pull up to the stu"
She let me hit it, then no three hit it
Damn, bitches
I do wanna fuck you
Can't be kissin' and huggin' or you live with your husband, I'ma fuck you
I'm a nigga with drugs
And fuck with me, you know a nigga use a knife
It's on you to hit the DM
Wanna shoot him from the gang, go shoot a nigga when they see him
Pop a pill, get your roll on, DJ like seeing me
Birdman, they really had the keys in the street
Put your baby mama on the phone 'cause I'm toxic
Fuck all of 'em BBL hoes, need a goth bitch
Greedy on that fashion, but he still be done to pop shit
Finish put up on me, on my shawty at a opp, bitch
You got the number, it's on you to make the call
You know that I pull up and get to being down your walls
Lil' baby, why you playing with him?
You know, he can't take it
We was laughing at they hungry when he didn't make it
And you know your nigga know that your pussy been tamering with
We pulled up with that, yeah-yeah, and they ran from it
But brodie tried to pull it first, I'm like, "It's cool, I can handle it"
I can't stand a bitch who always tryna fuck up my plans and shit
Yeah, he panickin'
You know that bitch is gonna
Yeah, it's over with it
Fuck her once and let her go, he can hold the bitch
I don't know why they planned
I got won't up it and blow this bitch
OhGeesy got my twelve, I keep blicky and brodie six
I'm in this bitch, I feel like MLK
Last night, I had a dream, I fucked Beyonce
I fuck with this beat, shoutout to Andre
And when I woke up, I was laying next to Lisa, right?
Yeah, I get so loaded sometimes
I don't remember shit like I should
They just told me I had making good rolling blunts in the hood
I like the way she wrote the wood, so I went and gave her some wood
I had a condom in my pocket, but I still hit it raw
You think I want a baby with that bitch, hell nah
Hell nah, you must not hurt bitch, please
If I had a wife, it'll have to be Alicia Keys
I'm in LA, you know I got that blick' on me
Walk up in this bitch mean mugging a real rich homie
Waiting for a nigga to say something so we could get homie
Used to have a fully auto's, now we got the switch on him
I know why niggas hate me so much
I'm from LA, it get Easty, I don't say too much
A Food Stamp baby, "Mama, I ain't had no lunch"
I give a fuck about a bitch if she ain't bringing me funds
The real west back, you can't spell it without the fucking ES
Too for real like I'm Cali, niggas know I'm with the BS
And she next
No, I'm like a nigga, that's my PS
I'm waiting for a nigga to play with my top, then his trash
She tryna tell me what she wanna do, yeah
She's tryna see if I'm gon' keep a real, bitch, I'm the truth, ayy
She know she got a hoe up on the first night or she threw
And if I tell her get her friend involved, she gon' do it, yeah
She gon' prove it
Smokin' exclusive, trees blowin' in the light breeze, you goin' stupid
She said, "The head goin' make you like me", now we intuit
50,000 on the AP, my jewels stupid
And chuck it on the neck piece, my move stupid
Get Chuck E. Cheese out of rap, bitch, my trap boomin'
Break dumb backs and pull on dumb weed, put holes through it
Singin' to these hoes get top easy, it's dumb ruthless, yeah
Back to the head got me dead, it felt so toothless, yeah
Niggas always talk 'bout the gym, don't do no hoopin'
Niggas always talk like they lizard do no shootin'
Can't put all your faith in these bitches, these hoes choosin'
These hoes cruel
I just wanna bust in you
Bitch, I'm talkin' no rubbers, but we ain't no lovers who fuckin' you
The way I do with my brothers, we just flip 'em, don't love it
Bitch, you stay from the gutter
Yeah, you heard, I ain't stutter
Selling white in that butter
In the cut with a cutter
Chop a chopper from Russia, I put that on my mother
Bitch, I ain't like no other
Inside peanut butter
Ayy, I put start the whip, I got no keys for the ignition
I got a lot of hoes and I'd be proud of all my bitches
They're cooking and cleaning, and they working on their fitness
And suck a nigga dry 'til I'm done the menace
I'm like Dennis the Menace, I got racks like tennis
In the mouth like a dentist
Now my whips ain't rented
All the windows they tended
You don't get it, I get it
I get the work and I send it
You can start it, I end it
Get the money and spend it
100,000 for the penny
Broke niggas offended
I ain't never pretended
All of my clips is extended
No smudge and no blemish
Long live my nigga Spanto from the Westside of Venice, damn
Shh, goddamn
Last time I was in motherfuckin' LA, I was with my nigga Obama
And I seen the same bitch
That was the one nigga Greedo video in Seattle
And we'll make that shit even more fucked up
I seen the bitch in Seattle
That was in my nigga OhGeesy video, two days before that
On God, damn
Everywhere I go, everywhere I look, I see the same bitch, damn
Shit, I'm still gon' hit (Ha, shh)
G's a fool, get a foel