Bless The Booth Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Okay, oh sh*t
Okay
'Ima take goin' slow
This like a freestyle or something?

[Verse]
Ay
Money getting longer, life span getting longer too
Shawty wanna f*ck I told that b*tch to smoke the boner, who
I don't do that type of sh*t, I leave that to my white friend
She gon' f*ck the crew and f*ck the clique until the day end
I just got off a flight from Bali and we're booted up
She gon' f*ck, cause she see the clique and yeah she thick as f*ck
But this right here is something that I meant to f*ckin' tell ya
Y-N-W, they thought that we was some failures
Y-N-W, you disrespect then we spill ya
From the f*ckin' universe, my mama said I'm a failure
Give a f*ck bout a perc', buy that b*tch and dismantle
These ho's wanna f*ck, I cannot answer
I'm whippin' up the dope with my left pinky n*gga (Huh)
And yo' b*tch a freak and she suckin' like kinky n*gga
I got that b*tch wearing a pink (Huh)
Givenchy, Margiela da mink (Huh)
I do not wanna f*ck on that lil' b*tch cause she fat and that pus*y must stink (Huh)
(Mm) okay bougie now
(Huh) they say I'm bougie (Mm)
(Huh) di*k in her coochie (Huh)
These n*ggas be di*k in the booty (Huh)
My n*ggas some f*ckin' shootas (Huh)
Huh, shootas huh
She just wanna f*ck me cause she heard I shot somebody
But I ain't never said that, I never doin' that
All these freaky b*tches say "Am I doin' the molly"
I don't do that sh*t no more, I told you that, I told you that
Oh God damn, and that 40 Glock will fold your ass
And I'm way up on the other side of outer space
O-M-G you f*ck with me, my n*gga gon' put you in yo' place
O-M-G you f*ck with him, my guy done shoot you in yo' face
O-M-G I'm winning b*tch, Young n*gga World we in first place
God damn snap jit
Keep on f*cking snappin'
Keep on f*ckin' pullin', all them f*ckin' jackets
Oh you car jackin, oh you got an Uzi
Oh you got them b*tches and you tryna make a movie
Well we gon' make a movie cause you my f*cking slime
We gon' make a movie, we do it all the time (Ayy)
Y-N-W and we forever on our grind (Huh)
b*tch I ain't waking up with murder on my mind (Huh)
b*tch I'm waking up to gettin' rap check, rap check
Why you want impress me we ain't scratch yet, scratch yet
And she say she wanna f*ck the crew yeah, crew yeah
And that ho from 772 yeah, 2 yeah
Booyah, booyah, good aim with the Glock
If I get mad, I'ma just go spazz now
Oh sh*t, goddamn, they think lil Melly crashin' out
But if we shoot we shoot for a reason
YNW and that's our motherf*ckin' season
Beating a b*tch for no motherf*ckin' reason
I am not playing lil b*tch I'm bipolar
Ooh, she eat the di*k just like some yogurt
Ooh, thick b*tch from Minnesota
OMG all the way, huh, hold up the b*tch is france (Wait)
The b*tch said she from South Dakota
The b*tch said she from North Dakota
Big bloods big lil big lips mm
Big bloods big crips too
This sh*t right here you can't just spit
Off of the dome cuz you ain't YNW lil b*tch
I'm bummin' home wait b*tch I'm home so what it do lil b*tch