Rare Freestyle lyrics

Trap-A-Holics: Real! Trap! sh*t!

Retro!

Ayy, boy, fye that muhf*cka... Light the blunt, dumbass! f*ck you doin’?

[Verse: Retro Messiah & KushGod]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
She said, “Who is that?” b*tch, don’t ask no questions
Why we always musty? No need for discussion
I f*ck with yo b*tch, ayy! ‘Cause she keep it bustin’
She said I’m so lit. I told her it’s nothin’

Yo b*tch, she’s on KushGod ‘cause I stay with the squad
Yo b*tch wanna f*ck on me, but I know she a thot
Catch me in the Thrasher. I f*ck her, then pass her
Yo b*tch fell in love with me, I know I’m her master

Rollin’ up the Boof. I’mma heavy gasser
Speed race the foreign. b*tch, I’m drivin’ faster
Yo b*tch on her knees. She pray to the pastor
I don’t have to ask her. Face down, ass up

Countin’ up this cash. I had to run the bag
You thought that was gas I sold you that swag
What’s the point? It’s fake, that sh*t f*ckin’ trash
Ask me how I know, it ain’t got no tag
I f*ck on yo mama, so I’m yo new dad
Been countin’ cash, no news flash
n*ggas claim they rappers. Boy, yo music ass
f*ck yo hoe then pass her, no Steve Nash

Comin’ off the bench, I’m ballin’ like Westbrook
n*gga, try me up, slap em with a textbook
When I’m off this boof, I feel like I’m Carti
Jumpin’ off the rope, I feel like Jeff Hardy