Let Loose Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yo Rittchie, hit that sh*t
Ayy

[Verse]
Just a couple, f*ck a couple, b*tch I need the whole thing
Hit a stain off the paint, brodie make the chopper sing
Real b*tch, yeah I'm real, bosski make her pop pills
O-P-P, you gon' squeal, it's still beat the case appeal
Opp b*tch, stop b*tch, I can get you popped b*tch
Load it up and it's tucked, F&N and Glock b*tch
I can't walk in the scene b*tch, without my mopstick
At the party loaded up in the parking lot b*tch
Desert eagle, big body, we can make a n*gga fire
Birkin bag, new whip, sleeves hangin' out the side
All my NSB b*tches and you know that they gon' ride
If you sour you should see me, put the toolies to his eye
That's your son, f*ck your son, I had to make his mama cry
Put a stack on his head, had to make the n*gga die
Brand new sh*t, chop him up like a sweet potato pie
I'm a young boss b*tch and you know I stay fly, ayy
These n*ggas lookin' for me, they know just like where I'm at
These b*tches broke as f*ck, yeah they only get a stack
It's a stack on my head, b*tch that's chump change
b*tch I put a whole fifty on your f*ckin' brain
And now you scared b*tch, boots stomp you out
We gon' shoot, I'm a fool with the tool
Act up, it's on you, aim it right and now you through
Jordan whippin' through my jewels
Baddest b*tch in the school, ayy
Suited up, Timbs on, grimy ho
Glock 17's all around me ho
Now I got the police at your mama door
Cryin' to her knees, droppin' to the floor
Sorry lil' b*tch, I just shot your son ho
Should've never borrowed money 'cause he f*ckin' short me dough
Gave his ass a whole thing and he only saved a four
Now he got a f*ckin' bullet chillin' in his f*ckin' dome, ayy
Hundreds, fifties, hundreds, if a hooker f*ck a break
I brought all my n*ggas with me and we faded off that stank
Matter fact b*tch where my money? b*tch you broke, I'm gettin' paid
'Fore I slide onto your block and put this Ruger to your face
b*tch stop talkin', you an opp, ho just stop, you a pop
Extended clip, forty Glock, now you lookin' off the clock
b*tch don't show me what's about that money or you gettin' rocked
'Cause these b*tches keep a chop, and you know my sh*t is hot
And this two-two in my sock, just to make a n*gga drop
The same way I drop the top, when I'm pullin' off the lot
Sneak dissin' get you mopped, run up on me, fifty shot
I ain't never gave a f*ck, and it's beef, f*ck an opp, b*tch