Bop Freestyle

Putting in pain, I done it before my nigga I did it again// Just give me my props// Im beating the beat up you might as well call the cops// I’m top of the top// No Fred no Barney call baby cuz this one a bop// This one a jam// You hating on me I promise you sound like a fan// Just making some noise// To get reaction from niggas that stand own they own// Bought my girl a pro max// I’m dialing your number u might wanna pick up the phone// I’m setting the tone// The way I get jiggy you might think ya girl got a clone// If you disrespect// Ain’t no speculation it’s a fact it’s going to blows nigga// I stand ten toes nigga// Ima stand on my shit, stay real in the field, fly straight, cause you reap what u sow nigga// I don’t think it, I know nigga// What the fuck is up// Got on my jeans and my belt mf like I’m tuckin up// Tuckin up I’ll fuck it up// Talkin dirty and shit we’ll come around and dust you up// pussy I got my bread right therefore I got head right// I’m ice cold, ice cold, know I got my sled right// I’ll put yo ass to bed aight// You a rat like some dead mice// You wouldn’t dare fight// Cause this heart in my chest will give you cardiac arrest it ain’t a fair fight// You better play nice// Cause you know that I’m all on your brain like a bad case of head lice// Nigga you weak// I can tie my hands and still beat you any day of the week// How you liking this heat? How my flow stay on fleek? How my dough stay on peak? If you so much as blink// That’s the end of your run// That’s the end of my gun// I don’t talk just to talk// I’ll do it for fun// You ain’t a man you my son// Mf you done// Stick a fork in em// I’ll burn a mf, I’m scorchin em// Ain’t no mf love i don’t score tennis// I’ll turn a mf, like a light signal// like a light signal Huh