Post Malone (freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
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Uh (Uh), uh-uh-uh
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Yeah

[Verse 1]
Sticks, Glocks, pop out
They got the racks, we gon' hop out, yeah
All of my b*tches, they up now, yeah
I'm flexin', I'm gettin' this guap now, yeah
I'm off these shrooms, I'm lash now, yeah
I'm in the field, I'm passin the stick, yeah
This b*tch in the field and gettin' some sh*t
Got some shooters across the map like it's John Wick
If I got three K, I turn it to six
Hold that, that's yo' b*tch, why yo' b*tch tryna hit?
I be switchin' my fits like I'm switchin' my kits
And these n*ggas they mad because I am the sh*t
I-I-I could've do this, all day long
I'm countin' my money, this sh*t it's too long
[?] than me? Throw on my songs
I'm buffin' off this whip, now I'm in the zone, yeah
f*ckin' this b*tch, she wanna go home
I'm sorry, lil' ho, I be posted alone
I be gettin' this money like I'm Post Malone
I'm off the drugs, off of that ho
I pull up on the block, I be posted with Coroner
Got the money on me and I can't pass this
See through the bushes, through these glasses
I am the one but I'm not average
[Verse 2]
Burn the blunt, I'ma pass it
Racks on me, a n*gga is tryin' me
What's he tryna do? He can't [Cardi?]
I could pop a bottle, I could pop this Bacardi, yeah
And this ho still tryna tell me how to take them [racks?] on me
And I got her b*tch on me, yeah, she look like a Barbie
And I got this dough because I'm feelin' [?]
And she ask if I give a f*ck, and I said, ''Hardly''
And I know you is my lung, you is a sharpie
Why the f*ck, why the f*ck, why I'm so gnarly?
Swear I gotta get these racks, I put that on me
Get these racks, I'ma get this money, I'ma get that green
I'ma get this mo'f*ckin' money, boy, I get it lowkey