Yes Indeed Freestyle lyrics

[Verse]
Run up on me then you catchin' a funeral
I scratch it off, write it in Roman numerals
I f*cked that b*tch in the back and I swear that I never loved her, I just want to hit her
I f*cked that b*tch and I'm hitting her sister
Run up on me, you get spinned like a twister
Told you before I don't f*ck with these n*ggas
I got my hand on my, hand on my trigger
I'ma go get 'em, she on my di*k hoppin', I'm callin' her Tigger
I tell her, "Go figure"
She suck through the Tommy's, I'm talkin Hilfiger
Tommy on me, I ain't talking Hilfiger
That b*tch a gun
Run up on me, I got heat like the Sun
Count up to two cause I am not the one, uh
Better locked up, Akon
All my other n*ggas, they gone
R.I.P to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh
That's just how it is
I'm in the bank, makin' it flip, talkin' that sh*t
I hit yo' b*tch just like a lick
I'm with the sh*ts, I pass the rock
Ain't no assist, b*tch on my c*ck
Run up on me then you get shot
I feel like Bishop, I got the Juice, back when the cut, callin' it Pac, yeah
I'm in the cut with the nina
I'm wettin' it up like this sh*t Aquafina
You run up on me then I'm servin' 'em bullets like tennis balls, n*gga ain't talkin' Serena
All of my n*ggas get money for real
I do money for shows, I cash out on arenas
I take yo' b*tch, f*ck her, send to the cleaners
Run up on me then I'm killin', I swear that my hand on my nina
Don't want no smoke
All of these n*ggas ain't nothin' but jokes
Run up on me like a... like a Facebook post, lil' n*gga, you poked, uh
I'm a rich n*gga, you broke, uh
Must be a pimp, you a ho', yeah
Run up on me, let's go
Pah, pah, pah, choppa on go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm finna catch myself, yeah, uh
Breath in and out, I had to catch my breath
Now I'ma spaz' on they ass
I leave 'em leakin' on maxi pads
Hotter than a n*gga in New York with a bag full of clothes tryna catch a taxi cab
Run up on a n*gga, that choppa blast
Told you I cannot do battle rap
f*ck ass n*gga tryna battle that
Shaquille O'Neal, rim rattle that
n*ggas, they snitch, they tattle that, uh
Send that sh*t back, uh, damn
You must be dope, b*tch I'm crack, yeah, damn
Damn, a couple of grams, to be exact, yeah
sh*t I'm young, rich and black, yeah, yeah
So you know they hatin' that
I'm finna spaz' on they ass and you know it
You run up on me then I'm shootin', it's over
I got a way with words, they call me a poet, damn
Run up on me then I'm soaking
That .40 on me and you know that it's blowin', you know that I'm totin'
Yo' b*tch is a ho' and you know that sh*t goin', uh
I met that b*tch on the low and I picked her up in a hot rod, we smokin', huh
Hotbox in the new whip with a new b*tch, I don't even know her name, yeah
Run up on me, that's okay, got a AK on me, it's at your brain, yeah
I put my di*k in yo' main, yeah
I just may go snatch yo' chains, yeah
Bring it back
I sell that sh*t to the gang, hm
I sell that sh*t to the gang, uh
Run up, I may snatch yo' chain, uh
I sell that sh*t to the gang
Can't you n*ggas see the difference?
Every day I'm on a different sh*t
I'm just tryna keep my distance, yeah
I'm just tryna keep my distance, yeah
f*ck n*ggas can't get with it
Transform like I'm Witwicky
In a new car, boy I'm quick with it
With a white b*tch and she still sniffing
From the sh*t I brought her last night
Jet lag from the last flight
Scuffed up the pair of black Mike's
That I bought when I was up in L.A
Switch it up kinda like a sex change, uh
.40 on my hip like a gun range, uh
Pull up on a n*gga like "okay," huh
Man down b*tch, no mayday, uh
Westwood, I think I can rap forever
I think I can rap forever, uh
No matter where I'm at, no matter the continent
I can probably rap wherever, uh
I can spit whatever
I'll prob' take a b*tch, whatever
They setting plays for the kid, huh, they set the pick whenever
I'ma go in one more time
I drop that b*tch like a dime
She fall in love with the words, uh
Then she fall in love with the lines, uh
It is a difference
It is a difference
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f*ck it, I'm just tryna catch a vibe