Dip Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
(EUuuuuuEEEUuuEUUUUGGHHHEUUUU)

[Verse]
Ayy, the bullets, they hit 'em, they split 'em like lickity
I'm in the field with yo' b*tch and she lickin' me
I get a grip and yo' b*tch wanna get with me
I get a stick, yeah, I came with the infantry
The lines, they hit 'em, it's feeling like symmetry
f*ck the other side, don't f*ck with the enemy
We sound the same, that n*gga a simile
She get on her knees, I'ma show her my ministry
These n*ggas some pus*y, they don't get no dignity
Get hit with the glizzy, he disappear instantly
I'm killing these n*ggas (uh) literally
I'm f*cking that b*tch, stop being fidgety
VVS diamonds; no, these not from Tiffany's
He not from the hood, that boy in captivity
But my n*ggas with it, they really be in the streets
These n*ggas don't get it, these n*ggas be industry
The Glock with a di*k, I take his virginity
That n*gga a b*tch, he talkin so sillily
The heat in my waves, it change the humidity
I get the pack, then I'm flippin' it
I get the racks, get the dividends
I'm in the field like I'm playing for Michigan
b*tch I'm on a roll like I'm workin' for Michelin
He talk crazy, now instantly missing him
Shooting that n*gga, like no, we not dissin' him
She suckin' my di*k like no, I'm not kissin' her
I get the clips, (uh) cinema
My life is a movie, I'm a walking theater
Richer than sh*t, I get paid just to be in here
I post the picture, shawty wanna be in it
Sippin' that Fanta, had to pour the lean in it
I pull up with Hades, I be on my demon sh*t
He prayin' to God, put him on a crucifix
He actin' all hard but no, he not doin' sh*t
Like boy i'm big Lazy, I be on my stupid sh*t
My n*ggas go brazy, I'm wit' all that shootin' sh*t
If she give me neck, b*tch, don't put no tooth in it
I chop down the roof 'n sh*t, pull up an' shootin' sh*t
Get hit with the Glock, he won't get up
Hop in the booth 'n sh*t, smokin' on boof 'n sh*t
God, the gas, it got me stuck
Wanted thot, wan' show me love
Oh, that's your b*tch? She sucked me up!
I water my wrist, but the AV on two Toms
I pull up in the whip and you know that the roof gone
He look for his b*tch. just know that his boo gone
She ridin' the Subway, gave her this footlong
And I got a big K, know that this clip long
Shawty gon' f*ck, just know that this di*k long
I pull up and box, I'm taking his jaw off
Hop out of the car, hop out with the sawed-off
9 in the clip, it's taking his arm off
That n*gga, he gay, that n*gga a j*rk-off
I'm sippin' on lean, I'm sippin on Smirnoff
That n*gga, he green, she said it's a turn-off
He runnin' his mouth, we takin' his neck off
We makin' a list, that n*gga get checked off
Red all on me, I'm feelin' like Santa
We sending out shots, not sendin' out letters
Whole gang gon' f*ck 'cause shawty gon' let us
And I get green, ain’t talkin' 'bout lettuce (Yeah)