F&N Freestyle lyrics

[Verse]
Got a truck full of pink toes
Got paper like Kinko's, stack chips like Pringles (Pringles)
Got the world in love with my lingo (Lingo-Lingo)
They go brazy every time I drop a single (Let's get it)
All this water 'round my neck got my shirt wet (Water)
All this sh*t that I pop get your b*tch wet (I'm poppin' sh*t)
I was in Hollywood, had to get it (I was in Hollywood)
Percs and xans racks, I'm having high sex (I'm geeked)
Diss me, I swear to God I up the murder rate
For 20k they turn your whole hood to yellow tape (On God)
I got these hoes callin' me daddy like I f*cked they mom (Daddy)
And when it comes to having bread, I want every crumb (I want every crumb)
Yeah, AR-15 got a hundred round drum (Hundred rounds, brrrtt)
FN with them blue tips knockin' down some (Knock it down)
They ain't got enough money, I do not beef with bums
If the police want Young Guapo, man I'm goin' on a run (Get outta there)
Uh, in the strip club we done ran outta one's
She gave me head in VIP, I gave her five hun-dun
Bust down a AP, put baguettes in the ice (Water)
We went from no living right, now a n*gga living life (Huh-huh)
I put seals, I don't pop bottles (I don't pop bottles)
No cap, I f*ck real models (That's on God)
Versace chain reaction, tempurpedic mattress
I'm G5 fly and I'm the f*ckin' captain (G5)
I know that she was calling, I ain't f*ckin' answer
I went boujee on these strippers, I don't f*ck on dancers (Huh)
Still will beat a n*gga ass like the Black Panther
We seen a opp he sh*t his self, somebody get a pamper (sh*tty)
Yeah, all my pockets fat like Al (They on one)
VVS' everywhere, n*gga yeah-yeah
Off-White on my jeans, n*gga yeah-yeah
Rick Owen on my jacket, n*gga hell yeah (This Rick Owen, yeah)
Uh, that Richard Mille make 'em go broke
My brother Juan made a mil' off a 4-4
I can't f*ck with no slow, or no broke hoe