Quarter Pound Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
(Flea is the winner)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ain't it crazy how they don't f*ck with you until you turn up on they ass
I just wake up, get my di*k sucked, jump right up in the bag
It's a thirty ridin' in the front seat, you wanna play then that's your ass
n*ggas really stealin' swag, I'm just chillin' I ain't mad
I'm too busy countin' up the guap, pourin' up the drop
I just dropped the top, dope still in my sock
That's just how I rock
I came up off a quarter-pound, fed it to the block
Flipped that twice, then re-up again, then open up shop

[Verse]
All I talk about is digital scales, zip locks and standin' in the kitchen
Cause' I ain't like none of these rap n*ggas, everything I rap, I done did it
My b*tch thick like a vixen
n*gga wanna play, he a statistic
n*gga wanna play, be realistic
Hunnid' round drum and it's ballistic
Look at my ice, it's ridiculous
Last year I was f*cked up
She keep talkin' while she toppin', shut the f*ck up
I was down in that trap, they ain't give a f*ck
Still f*ckin' on that n*gga b*tch
Still that young n*gga that don't give any f*cks
[Chorus]
Ain't it crazy how they don't f*ck with you until you turn up on they ass
I just wake up, get my di*k sucked, jump right up in the bag
It's a thirty ridin' in the front seat, you wanna play then that's your ass
n*ggas really stealin' swag, I'm just chillin' I ain't mad
I'm too busy countin' up the guap, pourin' up the drop
I just dropped the top, dope still in my sock
That's just how I rock
I came up off a quarter-pound, fed it to the block
Flipped that twice, then re-up again, then open up shop