330 Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
(Wow, for the win, that could be it)
Ayy (I'm on go, I'm on—, ayy)
(1up made it)

[Verse]
Huh, and she ain't even my type, but
Bad-ass b*tch who be f*ckin' my life up, uh (My life up)
Really, I be f*ckin' her life up
Postin' them pics, and it's f*ckin' her likes up (sh*t f*ckin' her likes up)
Steppin' on sh*t, and it's f*ckin' my Nikes up (Ayy, huh)
Uh, that sh*t be f*ckin' my nights up
Spittin' the truth, give a f*ck who don't like none (The f*ck?)
But that sh*t be f*ckin' my mic up (Ayy)
Ayy, I leave the crib at like 3:30 (Ayy, b*tch)
Hunnid shots on me, I keep more than three-thirty
b*tch, if I leave, then you deserve it
Want me to be loyal to you? Thеn be worthy (b*tch)
No, b*tch, if I leave, thеn you deserve it
Know it's too late, but I don't like to eat early (Ayy, ayy)
Your lil' b*tch a fiend, that ho eat Perkys
I'm 'bout my business, talked too loud and she heard it
Choppin' the—, choppin' the beat like that bit' was a new sample (Ayy)
I'm f*ckin' that b*tch in my new sandals (Run up and—)
Run up and take that boy name like a new handle (Ayy, yeah)
I'm totin' that switch with the new handle (Grrt, grrt)
Keep the sh*t short and sweet like Emmanuel
Out of that boy, made an example, huh
He f*ck with the gang, that will be handled
Hang that boy, head over balcony, feet dangled (Yeah)
Take that boy property, he'll get popped in his sh*t, tryna stop the monopoly (Popped in his sh*t)
You can't outrun the apocalypse, hollow tips godly, possessed, and it's boxed up (Ayy)
Checkin' the lobby, I'm up in that room
He won't hear sh*t but, "Boom," put him up in that tomb
With some mo'f*ckers that be masked up just like Doom
Make a pus*y-ass n*gga crawl back in the womb (Ayy)
He ain't even really like that, only want fight n*ggas who ain't gon' fight back
Ayy, I just hit my old b*tch, she ain't write back
But I don't give no f*ck, she'll be right back (Ayy)
Nut on her face, now his b*tch need a eyepatch
I saved the pic on my iPad
Huh, just playin', I ain't the same man that I was once before, but I'm feelin' just like that, ayy (Feelin' just like that)
On the back of the burner's a block
n*gga, don't earn you a shot (Ha)
b*tch n*ggas 'round you ain't learnin' a lot
You gon' fall in that grave, be turnin' inside (Brrt)
Got a phone call, n*gga (Ayy), that's the hitman
To the way to bag yo' sh*t, man
Wavin' that b*tch just like Ip Man (Ayy)
Got like two of yo' best friends smoked for like six grams (Ayy, ayy, for like six grams)
Boy, it's three-thousand a piece, I ain't even pay a thousand for none of these pieces (Ain't even pay a thousand)
Gun in my brief, f*ck he wantin' with me?
n*gga got a better chance tryna run up on Jesus
[Outro]
The f*ck, n*gga? (Ayy, yeah)
Dumbass, uh, ayy
Wop, wop
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