Scream *Freestyle*

I pop up like surprise, I'll bet he'll scream got me a glock, and attached a beam, countin' them blues,no Charlie Sheen,I grip on my Glock while sippin' my lean, Take off his legs when i caught him at the sto',like a sneeze i huff,then I blow bitch get away ion want you too close ,you say you a gangster,boy you a clown,creep on they block they wont know im around nigga,got lose and was never found,fuck your bitch in her skirt,then fuck your bitch in her gown pop up in raris then in jags put it sports im goin fast extended clips hit em wit mags im at the top,so i can see why he mad smokin' on gas, im goin somewhere higher,pop up wit no mask like micheal myers a knock on your door, a call on your phone, my ex hittin me up, bitch leave me alone, im countin them Blues, countin them racks, put him in this wood, smoke out the pack, bitch im legit and that's a fact, 150 shots bust from the gat im not a game so why, they tryin to play, i can pull up and, shoot up where you stay my bitch lookin fine and she got cake i wont aim at no shoulder,just straight face nigga wanna hate,break out the mops he gon yell when I pull up with my chop,nigga wanna hate and thats a mistake, catch a body then I go order up steak niggas, aint real they just sum fakes, I already got your bag,nigga you late