20K Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ha

[Verse 1]
Zodiac Killer, smoke a n*gga to the filters
Speak with no filter, I post all my pictures, no filters
You won't see the face of my killers
You n*ggas don't hang with no drillers
You get mo' guns, it gon' get you more realer
n*ggas just act with the stick like Ben Stiller
Run in yo' sh*t and then leave with yo' scriller
I'm finna tuck some sh*t off in my luggage
That even a metal detector can't f*ck with
Land in yo' city, strapped up like it's nothing
Kiss on her titties, that b*tch you been lovin'
The Glizzy on like .50, acting nutty then I'm bustin'
You brother finna die, put your buddy right above him
n*ggas always lyin' 'bout the b*tches they be f*ckin'
And these b*tches always lying 'bout something

[Verse 2]
b*tch, money don't make me, I make money
Puttin' yo' hand out, you won't get sh*t from me
That n*gga stand up, this sh*t gon' get funny
Holes in his shirt, now that n*gga look bummy
In yo' b*tch head like that ho was a dummy
Pull up with a biscuit, it don't come with honey
b*tch, I got bread and it don't come with onions
Got one extra leg, but this sh*t ain't for runnin'
Few extra arms on the b*tches for dumpin'
If he try to start it, then he gon' get something
He go retarded, one n*gga I'm dumpin'
Foe Nick with the cannon, lil' n*gga, I'm drummin'
Foenem walk up on yo' whip like they bummin'
f*ck that lil' change, b*tch, I only want hunnids
Stone cold stunner, the way I be stuntin'
The scope on my sh*t, the white folks think I'm hunting
That boy don't want it, the sh*t you can't stomach
He be on the ground tryna pick up his stomach
Fresh bullet wound, so I'm stickin' my thumb in
Alone in the room, then you just lost yo' woman
Walkin' a room, and I make that b*tch runnin'
She know how I'm coming, that b*tch always c*mming
Can't keep with no b*tch, now that b*tches get puntin'
Shootin' sh*t up, we pull up to the function
[Verse 3]
Smokin' on gas in the muhf*ckin' alley
I'm in a vague, but I got this from Cali
White boy move pounds, and he down in the hills
I told my n*gga Zack to pull up in that Audi
On paraphernalia I spend like a thou'y
Don't get no f*cks if this up 'til I'm drowsy
You wanna up, come run up,I ain't duckin'
A bag on yo' head gon' end that whole discussion
No situation, I'm going through public
All disrespect, don't come with repercussions
They call me the reaper whenever I'm tuckin'
Soon as he reach, he gon' see ninas bustin'
I call my heater the arm and the oven
I'm finna cook some sh*t up and then serve it
Look at the wave you've been surfin' on, n*gga
If I see the jacks, then I'm swervin' on n*ggas