Godfather Freestyle *2017 Leak* lyrics

[Intro]
HEAL
Skrrt (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Ayy, hold on (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, Godfather sh*t, I might die by this sh*t
Get the address and then slide to that sh*t
You in the crib, you can't hide in that sh*t
Death for dishonor, so cut the sh*t talk
Silence the Glock, I don't let that sh*t talk
She was too honest, I cut that b*tch off
He wanna run 'em, we cut his lips off
I'm better sober, I cut the zip off
I ain't off sh*t, I'll still knock yo' sh*t off
I be too high to organize my thoughts
f*ckin' with me, gettin' soaked in bath salt
Turnin' on me, get left on asphalt
Shoot with the lefty, yeah, I grab the Southpaw
Cut him in two, now that n*gga half off (Half off)
Left off a cap like I'm John Bradshaw
Skrrt the f*ck off in that getaway, uh
Do a 160 like middlewеight, uh
Finger the TEC like I fiddlе play, uh
My favorite song called "Get drilled today," ayy
n*gga, yo' b*tch know the deal today, uh
She want a di*k, she come chill today, ayy
And yo' ho made my di*k go away
Don't give no f*ck 'bout that b*tch like a throwaway, ayy
And we get dope cut from over state
Thousand a pound like that sh*t came in overweight, ayy
I might pop out with that pipe today
n*gga try cuttin' me off, get it right away
Stripes all over me like I'm wearin' twin stripes today
Ain't lettin' sh*t breathe, finna hit his windpipes today
That n*gga pulled up on me and Heist today
That's probably why his whip got hit up twice today, frrt
[Interlude]
Ha-ha
Got hit—, got hit once (Twice)
Gang sh*t deep, b*tch

[Verse 2]
We slidin' like we on thin ice today
Pull up and slump a f*ck n*gga like hibernate
That boy gettin' washed like a tidal wave
Lowkey, it's on me, I'm too high to fight today
Hide away, ride away, or just go buy a K
Either one, either way, you finna die today
I really used to walk up in the school with the toolie
Like, what the f*ck is a bully?
Uppin' the foolie
They don't know what's in my hoodie
They don't know, I keep the goodies
They don't know, I keep it fully, hundred percent
We just sent one hundred bullets
You got that gun, n*gga pull it
You frontin', you foolish
You actin' like you gon' do sh*t
You actin' like you gon' use it
Shoot where the roof is then, fah-fah, where the coupe is
Think I won't recuperate, stupid?
I'm finna pull up like Don Corleone, boy, I'm suited
Yo' b*tch a nuisance, that ho so useless
f*ckin' her jaw then leavin' her toothless
n*ggas so square, man, these n*ggas so cubic
Walk in the trap and I'm gettin' saluted
Think he ain't losin', that n*gga deluded
I see yo' head in the crowd, I remove it
Gun smoke in the air, and the clouds are polluted
If sh*t get hot, no teapot, but I'm fumin'
He see a green light, but he won't be movin'
Run up in yo' crib, f*ck it up like Home Improvement
Full clip, but it ain't enough, I ain't done shootin'
Murder gang, b*tch, throw it up, I ain't done pukin'
Clip, it connect to the Glick like a fusion
Gotta drop at least two, so there ain't no confusion