Sheridan Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Tyrell Main Piece, Tyrell Side Piece, Bbymutha]
I know you b*tch! I don’t think you know ...
I done seen you in my muthaf*ckin’ n*gga phone, b*tch
How the f*ck you know Tyrell? I think you’re confused sis
I don’t give a f*ck- I’m f*cking Tyrell, sis
What you mean you’re “f*cking Tyrell?”
I’m f*cking Tyrell, sis How the f*ck you started f*cking
Tyrell, sis? You have a weak box, sis b*tch, and you
‘bout to have a BROKE EYE b*tch You’re up b*tch, SIS
b*tch BACK UP, SIS Bring the muthaf*cking n-
*gunshot* AAAAGGHHH! THIS b*tch f*ckING SHOT ME
OH MY f*ckING- chile it wasn’t be like this UUUUHH
OH MY GOD! I AIN’T NEVER gon’ pay my tax return
Get the f*ck off my porch, stupid ass hoes

[Verse]
n*gga you think you slick
Runnin’ ‘round town with that baldheaded boochie muthaf*cka
I’ma empty this clip
Shot my club up then you sent me to Atlanta
I got dinner, b*tch n*gga we beafin’
Just so you could sit up under that b*tch for the weekend
I’m a bad b*tch, hold up, lemme put my weave in
Ion need this pus*y ass n*gga no way
di*k too big, his cash too short, his heart too cold
You’on really love me, you just treat me like them other hoes
I’m a precious gift, I gave you life and curved ya pinkie toes
Let you in my home, ‘round my churrin, hoe you gotta go
Used to do the most, I mean I even licked yo booty hole
I inspire n*ggas, not enough to make ‘em keep me
Just enough to stuff a couple hoes and get they meat beat
I was better, you ain’t even gotta say it, I know
I’m a fertile b*tch, that’s my bad, I’m sorry, I know
Ain’t yo fault that all yo n*ggas prolly know I’m a hoe
Just get rid of me, I’m f*ckin’ up yo life
Trap b*tch from the east side
Got a couple kids and some thick thighs
Tight pus*y but that b*tch don’t get me satisfied
Lyin’ if I say I didn’t cry, you left me hangin’
I ain’t speakin’ to you n*ggas, I’m just swangin’
b*tch I’m tryna wear yo blood on my necklace
And freeze my left wrist, you shoulda kept this
You gon’ regret this, you ain’t respect this
A fly b*tch, ride or die b*tch, get you high b*tch, a misfit
Get yo wig split, I’m on that bullsh*t, I hate you
I f*ckin’ hate you, I’m ‘bout to drive through and blow some sh*t up, b*tch