First 48 Freestyle (IG SNIPPET #121 *** LEAK ***) lyrics

[Verse 1]
I ain't really trying f*ck with this b*tch, she be on my di*k though
I f*ck around and put a b*tch on, but it be a risk though
Chopper on me, straight outta Paris, call it my French toast
I hit a n*gga head with the stick like I'm Fred Flintstone
The chopper bullets painting walls, and the house for the deagle
Highway to Hell, and we ain't finna take a detour
She want to come and cuddle, I honestly rather be bored
Stupid-ass b*tch, what the f*ck you keep calling me for?
A b*tch could talk to me, but that's somethin' you gotta pay for
She want me to come pound her, that's somethin' you gotta wait for
I heard some sh*t about her, I treat the b*tch like a straight whore
I walked straight through the door, and she blowed me just like a claymore
I got the pole out while I'm f*ckin' giving her backshots
I let the load out on a b*tch face like it's Black Ops
The bullets do you worse than you thought they would like a black cop
The MAC out, controller f*ckin' folded like a laptop

[Verse 2]
Unh, f*ck these mid-ass n*ggas
These b*tch-ass n*ggas
These fake-ass, half rich-ass n*ggas
Switch fast, n*gga, wrap up and become a snitch-ass n*gga
Colostomy style, come and get yo' sh*t back, n*gga
Don't ask me about no man 'cause I ain't got one answer
I pull the cig' and smoke a n*gga, now I got lung cancer
Up the lead and just erase the sh*t like f*ck all manners
The bullets kicking whether black or white like Kung Fu Panda
Come through blamming, killing sh*t, them sons lose standards
Them one, two steppers, the walk up, the gun do damage
I promise you put a rapper in front of me it'll be hell
He probably act, I caught the boy taking sh*t like I'm Ezel
He don't got the cojones, that's why he act like a female
These n*ggas on the internet talking sh*t through a email
I whip and hit his side with the cal' like he gettin' detailed
I heard the hollow hit like I put my ear to a seashell
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