Yin Yang Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Ayy

[Verse]
Young, 1, 8, pop out on a b*tch
You would think I pop these pills, how I'm takin' all his sh*t
You would think I ran from 12, how I'm takin' off and sh*t
.38 I had to sell, I had the laser on that b*tch
I've never been in jail, and I'm not gonna go
Let me knock on some wood, we ain't knock on no doors
It's a knot in my pants, this is not for the hoes
I got stocks in my plans, and got stocks on my poles
Spend my guap on a O, 'fore I hop on the road
With the rock in my hand, I am stopped in a rose
Boy, I ball on these hoes like Kansas sh*t
Any n*gga try to test, I'ma answer that sh*t
I put my hand on my hip like a dancer and sh*t
Put the nail in the coffin, I'ma hammer his sh*t
I want some money, I ain't tryna be the man of the year
I'm tryna save myself, they tryna save the planet and sh*t
Well that's cool, I'll leave that to them
Hollowtips come after them
So many bullets he ain't know what the f*ck was happening
If you got his addy, why the f*ck you keep on atting him?
These n*ggas look like b*tches, might as well start throwing cash at them
House shows, catching opps, seeing chains, snatching them
n*ggas ain't pulled up since the last accident
They know what we do with that, you got shooters bring 'em in
I call my gun the spoiler alert, that sh*t gon' make him see the end
Yo' b*tch call me perfect too, she sees me and Jesus as twins
I'm the heir to the throne, look at what you breathing in
We pull up at night time, like n*gga good evening
He gon' eat these hollows like Winchester seasoning
Sleep on me, casket n*ggas gon' be sleepin' in
Everybody need the holy water, bring the preacher in
Reach for my sh*t like Halo, reachin' him
Extended clip, the choppa talking and that sh*t gave a speech to him