123 (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch, lick on my di*k, uh, yeah, b*tch, lick on my Twix
Uh, double Glocks, Twix, yeah
I'm a martian, yeah, I feel like Spartus

[Verse]
Yeah, I feel like a martian, chillin' in the darkness, yeah, um
b*tch, I am the sh*t just like I farted
Hope they leave departed, uh, I'm the hardest
f*ck n*gga, talkin' down, but I ball like Harden, yeah
Oh, you tried it, yeah, yeah, you tried it
Bought Huessin, bought b*tch some lightning
Talk down b*tch, I'ma hit you with this lightning (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, we tryna fight it
Sippin' orange juice and cranberry juice, uh
Let's have a two, uh, let's have a three, uh
One, ay, two, ay, what you wanna do, ay
Pulled up in a coupe, I might have to lose the roof, ay
Boolin' with some troops, we under enemy arms
Talk down b*tch, I'm gonna rip off your arms, yeah, uh
Get her like f*ckin' State Farm, uh
Yeah, you know I got the chopper and I stay armed
Yeah, b*tch, I stay armed, and dangerous, uh
b*tch, we dangerous, it ain't lookin' strange to us
Yeah, please don't play with us, yeah
'Cause we might turn your ass to some angel dust, yeah
Or some demon dust, ay (I'm like-, uh)
I'm rare like a mammoth tusk, uh
b*tch, I ball hard from the night time to dusk, ay (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch, you stank, you smell like musk, uh
I don't give one, two, three f*cks, yeah
I don't give one, two or three f*cks to b*tches
I'm the richest n*gga ever