Freestylin'

TWS, bitch Look Bitch, I do this rap shit for the fun of it If you talking down on the team, nigga, you a knucklehead And I don't like to street fight, I got the upper hand The chop hit him in his back, he got a summer tan Bitch, I'm in love with the guap, give me another band All my niggas shooting up your block, you better duck your head Ski full of dreads, made him leave with a couple strands Bullets lit his face up like the pumpkin man If I catch a nigga at a light, he finna end up hiking Had to put a switch on the chop, ain't no need for fighting If I tell you something about my past, you would think I'm lying I could rap about other shit, not just niggas dying Bitch, you know I'm always making plays like I'm Kobe Bryant So much money in the safe, I can't even hide it I had to cut a bitch off, cause she keep on trying I had to cut a bitch off, cause she tryna fuck Bitch getting passed around like a hockey puck You couldn't fuck the first night, you became a munch Pull up on a nigga nine deep, we the Brady Bunch I don't think you want smoke with me, you better grab the runtz My nigga selling straight dog shit, why you smoking boof Bitch, we hot boxing in the whip, almost crashed the coupe How you wake up with no money? Yeah, I'm asking you Catch me anywhere, you gon' see me with a stack of blues Bitch, I got it out the mud like I'm Sandman So much money while I'm counting, bitch, I need another hand You can stop asking for a handout, I am not your friend Bitch, you need to get it on your own, you gotta understand You need to get it through your head that this shit not easy I used to struggle back then, now I'm living freely You a bum nigga, stop hating, I know you wanna be me I'm like Mr. Krabs with the money, the way I get greedy If you wanna run up, you get knocked down Boxed out, if you still talking, get the chop out You can stop the car right here, I'm finna hop out You might as well give up, like a dropout Let me make this real easy and simple A nigga talking out his neck, getting popped like a pimple Bitch, why did you have to run, now you crippled This is not a normal bullet, lil' nigga, this a missile My chop cook a nigga up like a frying pan He get a big hole in his chest, he think he Iron Man Nigga too swole for a vest, hit his diaphragm Catch a old bitch at the bank, I think it's time to scam Bitch nigga, put the gloves on, you is not no fighter One, two, three, two, one, then I throw a right hook I hit the nigga in his head, now he thinking brighter This a freestyle, lil' nigga, I didn't need to write it Shit too easy, nigga Bitch ass, nigga I can keep going too, look