Fairfax Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, b*tch (Go)
You know, real Murdaworth sh*t (Real Murdaworth sh*t, b*tch, ayy)
I ain't been on here in a minute, man, you know (I'm talkin' 'bout, b*tch, go, ayy)
I'm talkin' 'bout (You know, ayy)
I'm on the Xanax and I'ma call it a flat and leave it at that, you know (b*tch, ayy, uh)
And we be in your city, you don't even hidin' it, yo (Ayy)

[Chorus]
I'm tryna see why n*ggas be cappin', I been gettin' money, I throw it at b*tches for fun
In this b*tch? Then you better have a gun, they wanna be me, huh, I'm calling 'em sons
He come to the spot, get freaky, bust down a ho, bust down another for the road
I can make this sh*t look easy, bust down a Rolls, I can make this sh*t too cold
Mr. Bust-Down-Two-Hoes, I don't care 'bout the rates, b*tch, I ain't picky
Double back on that block and sh*t get sticky
Jay and Dee want the switch, hand me thе semi
When I make sh*t lеak red, that sh*t look pretty
I might buy her a new hair to get a Brazilly
All the sh*t in my closet be foreign, from Italy
I change the color of a pop, reptilian

[Verse]
Pull up on his block, that's a sticky predicament
Pull off with your thot, then I'm stickin' my di*k in it
I got a Gen4 Glock, got two with a di*k in it
Pull off on the laws, I ain't finna get ticketed
She just wan' f*ck gang (Ayy), I'm tryna see what her brain be talkin' 'bout
I'm tryna get me a chain (Ayy), if Jay don't like 'em, then Lil' Dee walk 'em down
They be saying I'm insane, I be like, "Dang, hit up Johnny Dang"
The wrist be hittin', it bling, why they in they hood if that ain't what he bang?
Okay, walk down lil' bro fade, sh*t, in LA, I f*cked me an Asian, b*tch
Mexican, white ho, black b*tches, huh, I ain't finna say sh*t
We get payback on all our opps, no cap, boy, it's a cold case in this b*tch
Get wacked, boy, thinkin' 'bout savin' that b*tch
Lil' Dee cross-country with a QP on it
Glock 30 with a .50 and that b*tch pee on ya
ARP or the Drac', or the one with the beam on it
Came like a crutch when lil' bro lean on it
b*tch, I been gone for too long, the beat feel a lil' off, to be honest
Your Wock' a lil' off, to be a honest
Your thot a lil' off, to be honest, a lil' Thotiana
We pull on the opps, to be honest
We spray up they block, to be honest, we ain't with the drama
I'ma take off like a comet, she wanna eat me like Sonic (b*tch, ayy)
Ain't gon' lie, I been on it, I been the sh*t before comics (b*tch, uh)
I been the sh*t before retro, f*ck n*gga, I wasn't even born yet (b*tch, ayy)
Bro got the dope on the Greyhound, happy and I ain't even scored yet (b*tch)
I been going for like two minutes, y'all happy 'cause I don't even do that
Like Jay say, shots ain't coming at me? Then boy, who the f*ck did you shoot at? (Ayy, b*tch)
You gettin' money? Then prove that, I ain't gotta prove sh*t, pockets got hangtime
I'm talkin', we don't do wallets and waste time
I'm talkin' 'bout, I'm tryna count it, bro, take five
Money counter count it, I'ma count it at the same time
Money counter count it, if I count it, it'll take time
That's yo' lil' chain? I'ma pull up and take mine
Killin' these n*ggas who thinkin' 'bout takin' mine
[Chorus]
I'm tryna see why n*ggas be cappin', I been gettin' money, I throw it at b*tches for fun
In this b*tch? Then you better have a gun, they wanna be me, huh, I'm calling 'em sons
He come to the spot, get freaky, bust down a ho, bust down another for the road
I can make this sh*t look easy, bust down a Rolls, I can make this sh*t too cold
Mr. Bust-Down-Two-Hoes, I don't care 'bout the rates, b*tch, I ain't picky
Double back on that block and sh*t get sticky
Jay and Dee want the switch, hand me the semi
When I make sh*t leak red, that sh*t look pretty
I might buy her a new hair to get a Brazilly
All the sh*t in my closet be foreign, from Italy
I change the color of a pop, reptilian

[Outro]
On the Xanax right now, call it a flat and leave it at that