Shot Caller Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: OG-B]
Son-ning all these n*ggas got me feeling like they father
My bars standing over n*ggas heads, im like a barber
I ain't gotta call her
Never been a staller
My di*k got the b*tch running back, Tiki Barber
Let me switch the flow up
Now its time to roll up
Too much kush got me thinking I'mma throw up
Now the b*tch star struck
She love black beans and she wanna see a Starbuck
Welcome to my crib, I named it whores-R-us
b*tch don’t stop...till we all bust
Then its time to dip-set
b*tch where your kids at?
Do they know mommy like to get the di*k wet
That was dis-respect
After the b*tch j*rked, we turned her to a reject
Give me my respect, cause I f*cking cheek check
Its simply my reflex
Gotta send thee text, to ya babymama
Talking all that cheap sh*t then you won't find her
Tick tock bombed her
Ate her when the sun went down I Ramadan her
Yea the b*tch fine bruh