BOTC Freestyle lyrics

Shid its lonely at the top, plus its lonely in this coupe
Cause its only one b*tch with me, never one stick wit me
Always a choppa, blow a n*gga block up
A n*gga play wit 3G , a n*gga getting shot up
The first day its plain, next day it was rocced up
Come and get your issue, plus i need some tissue
Yall sending K bullets, we gon start sending missiles
Last night you lay wit em, next day it was—-
Only VS1 diamonds, we ain't never roccin crystals
You got on all that jewelry but you never got a pistol
Cause you sweet dude, take them b*tches to Tennessee, boy, thats a sweet move
Fish scale, then the water, call it sea food
Ill do this sh*t again, we had a redo
My lil cuz wanna be a Crip, i told em keep hoopin
You don’t hit em off the first shot keep shooting
I watch him knocc his brains out
Hit a lick it ain’t worth it
Come and get your b*tch she keep flirting
I lost Sosa on mistake hit em on purpose
Tell the plug send some work n*gga its urgent
Woah, my chinese cousin robbing bobby
Kicks look like Aviani, knocc the pus*y out on rocky
If you love me buy me wocky, drive the foreign like Kawasaki
If we family then we locced in, we had our own lane bacc when n*ggas served
Yeah, that money talk i love the conversation
I stash that sh*t and call it hibernation
Sit at the table this a congregation
We killin n*ggas, fucc the confrontation
We ain't runnin out cheese we got a lot of paper
Teacher said i wasn't sh*t, so i copped a Cedes
Treat the plug like orphan homes, im always coppin babies
This sh*t be all fun and games, until you try and play me
4 poccets full, but im not lil baby
We tuen around be we not wit 80s
Look a b*tch in her eyes, “whats yo occupation?”
I put the rollie to the side and only rocc the ap