💯🔥 freestyle

💯🔥Freestyle (3:10) [Intro / Talking] Yeah… y’all know what time it is. Whole lotta opp talk, but never outside. Let’s get it… [Hook] (x2) All my opps bitch-made, they ain’t really on shit, Talkin’ tough on the ‘net, but in person they dip. I got loud pack rolled, put that smoke in the wind, If I slide with the Glock, that’s the end of your spin. [Verse 1] Mask on, black fit, I don’t need no fame, When the Draco start barking, better stay in your lane. Heard your chain got took, boy you soft, you a stain, All that flexin’ on the ‘Gram, now your blood on the grain. Catch an opp late night, make his heartbeat race, Put a beam on his chest, now he glow in the place. Say he sliding on me? Man that shit just a joke, Whole clip to his ride, leave the whip full of smoke [Verse 2] I be posted on the block, pockets heavy with knots, If I pull a stick out, turn your brain into dots. Say he got bodies, but he lying through his teeth, Never seen him on a drill, never slid in the streets. Extended mag hanging, that’s a 30-piece meal, Every opp I encounter, gotta know this shit real. You was begging for your life, I ain’t hear what you said, Now your name on a shirt, and your face turning red. [Hook] (x2) All my opps bitch-made, they ain’t really on shit, Talkin’ tough on the ‘net, but in person they dip. I got loud pack rolled, put that smoke in the wind, If I slide with the Glock, that’s the end of your spin. [Verse 3] Fuck a diss on the mic, I don’t rap, I just slide, If it’s pressure on site, then we let bullets fly. I ain’t typing on no phone, I don’t beef through a text, I just load another clip, put a drum on the TEC. Y’all be capping in your raps, tryna copy my wave, But your homie in the dirt, he can’t climb out the grave. When the smoke in the air, man it’s deeper than rap, You just cappin’ for the views, boy you soft, that’s a fact. (Beat rides out, adlibs: “Yeah… spin the block, uh… roll it up, uh… Glock talk, brrt-brrt…)