Freestyle PT:5
Starts at 24 He ain’t got no car so we walk him down on feet If I say Im tryna spazz I run him down just like a cleat And if that pussy tight then I know that head game is unique I aint tucking chains cause he a hoe and he know that he’d get beat So before you talk up on the net you better go and take a seat Cause I know his ass is not gone shoot and that boy ain’t from the street The only reason we ain’t up it cause he stay up in his crib And if we catch his ass outside then we shooting at his rib We got bands for his shit 20 points and that’s a swish And he ain’t living long we gave him cancer boy go make a wish Once he gone I get his girl that girl cleaning up my dish But I ain’t want that pussy that shit smell like fish Oh you say you shooting that lil hoe gone say that he a bitch And we be toting blicks Not no average shit but the type to get him shot Saying Fuck 800 all them rats gone turn into a prop And All that talking but it ain’t that funny when he see his homie drop We gone spray that ajax cause it’s fuck 12 I ain’t getting caught up by no cop He saying that he sorry but I be hearing that alot Bent his block and he come around the corner of that shop Load the glock 1 shot to his head he ain’t hear another pop He don’t got no pistol so you know he speak that counterfeit And he ain’t got no holes but I bet id make 1 fit Talking bout a knife I just laugh you know he gonna quit If he tripping on his feet then he tripping bout that hit And I ain’t never be no hoe we walk him down there’s no need to hit the gas My girl be also fine so you know that she got some ass I bend her over she gone feel it I break her back just like some glass I don’t want no other bitch and she ain’t leaving so any girl I gotta pass Lemme teach you sum I take her back to class
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Starts at 24 He ain’t got no car so we walk him down on feet If I say Im tryna spazz I run him down just like a cleat And if that pussy tight then I know that head game is unique I aint tucking chains cause he a hoe and he know that he’d get beat So before you talk up on the net you better go and take a seat Cause I know his ass is not gone shoot and that boy ain’t from the street The only reason we ain’t up it cause he stay up in his crib And if we catch his ass outside then we shooting at his rib We got bands for his shit 20 points and that’s a swish And he ain’t living long we gave him cancer boy go make a wish Once he gone I get his girl that girl cleaning up my dish But I ain’t want that pussy that shit smell like fish Oh you say you shooting that lil hoe gone say that he a bitch And we be toting blicks Not no average shit but the type to get him shot Saying Fuck 800 all them rats gone turn into a prop And All that talking but it ain’t that funny when he see his homie drop We gone spray that ajax cause it’s fuck 12 I ain’t getting caught up by no cop He saying that he sorry but I be hearing that alot Bent his block and he come around the corner of that shop Load the glock 1 shot to his head he ain’t hear another pop He don’t got no pistol so you know he speak that counterfeit And he ain’t got no holes but I bet id make 1 fit Talking bout a knife I just laugh you know he gonna quit If he tripping on his feet then he tripping bout that hit And I ain’t never be no hoe we walk him down there’s no need to hit the gas My girl be also fine so you know that she got some ass I bend her over she gone feel it I break her back just like some glass I don’t want no other bitch and she ain’t leaving so any girl I gotta pass Lemme teach you sum I take her back to class
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