Guilty Freestyle🤧

Walk a nigga down when I be aiming with the pistol, Like I’m red dot I’m too fresh Im sending missiles, Hop up on the beat just to get it off my mental, Getting lead from the paper I ain’t talking pencils, Sipping on the lean went home and had the shivers, Call my nigga lades just fuck ha if you miss ha, Call it opp pack cuz we be smoking on ya nigga, Running up a bag just to make a couple figures, Call my young niggas they ain’t scared to pull the trigga, Like UFC we be fazing all these bows, My niggas making money know we fucking hoes, When was a jitt we was stealing out of stoes, Me and my boyz making money just to stack, Shoutout Doe b throw the Za to the back, Call my boy zeebo If I need me a sack, Running threw this shit like I’m TD on the track, Always kept the cheese and you know I keep a Mac, Forget these bitches can’t do nun for a nigga, Fye-Fye my dawg when I tell em he gone sick em, Don’t go on dates we just go out and pick em, Know I got a shooter when I call up petty, Ain’t got to ask me and my niggas stay ready, Glock with a dick just to open up yo belly, 9 with a machete just to open up yo melon, Niggas be bitches even tho they a felon, Pop another perc nii im sweating like the reverend, Niggas be bitches and I know they be telling,