for hire freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, b*tch (Lookin' like Batman)
Real Murda Worth sh*t (Batman)
Ayy, straight out the West side (Ayy, there goes that man, n*gga, got whacked, man)
Straight out the West side, best side
Eh-ah-ah, on their side (Pull up like, "Nah-nah-nah")
Pulling up like, "Nah-nah-nah-nah" (Ayy)
Give that lil' n*gga the test, ah (b*tch, ayy)
Go

[Verse 1]
Buck down with that Drac', bet they won' hear us coming, b*tch (Baow)
These n*ggas still in the city, they ass ain't getting no money, b*tch (Get no money, money)
It's murder for hire, we pull up on tires, we hop out on feet, quick (Quick)
Try to run, you fall, you f*cked, the f*ck n*gga gon' wish he ain't trip (He ain't trip, go, bit')
Try to run, hе fall, he f*cked, I'm up two, I want one up (Want onе up)
That Draco knuck and buck, just like a BM, get him f*cked (f*cked)
Pull up leave sh*t stuck, he in a Uber, shoot through the truck (Truck)
I heard his b*tch wanna f*ck, shut the f*ck up, better take this nut, b*tch
Get sh*t spun, spint, killed, I don't want to be behind the wheel (Wheel)
I wanna hang out, make sh*t spill, this sh*t finna get real (Real)
From the Murda to Houston, my n*ggas catch hats
Know n*ggas dumping the mil' (Mil')
Pull up with .57 on exotic sh*t, or you might get the ten mil'

[Bridge]
b*tch, ayy (Ten mil')
Ayy, b*tch, ayy (Might get the ten mil')
And while we talkin' 'bout the ten mil'
Ayy, count ten mil', n*gga (Ten mil', ten mil', ten mil')
You couldn't even count to ten mil' (Ten mil')
Broke ass, n*gga
n*ggas know how I'm coming (Ten mil', ten mil', ten mil')
We gon' belt everybody ass (Ten mil', ten mil', ten mil', ten mil')
Go, go (Ten mil')
[Verse 2]
He fall on the floor, make sure he hit (Ayy)
He keep on moving, I'm finna go back like quick, n*gga, quick (Quick)
Bullets hit him and make the boy sh*t (sh*t)
Leaving holes in a n*ggas Ricks (Rick)
And when I say, "I love my kids," I don't mean that sh*t like Wick
Posted insurance, don't wanna get hit
He mean that sh*t like tip
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Catch him at the red light, he can't even dip
Catch him at a green light, put it in sport
I'm up two, I treat it like a sport
And lil' Jace! just beat his case (Case)
But I still have my gun in court (b*tch)
There go that man, catch me a hat, man
Leave his ass fat, man, pull up like Batman
Get his ass smacked, man, get his ass whacked, man
I get to pulling off like, "Nah-nah-nah-nah" (Nah-nah)
I'm pulling out the rubber band, man
These f*ck n*ggas ain't on that, man
Pulling up with a lil' big ass 'K
I bet I'd have them say, "Damn it" (Damn it)

[Outro]
Go, ah, ah-ah-ah (Rrr-rrr)
Belt, b*tch (Rrr-rrr)
Belt, b*tch (Rrr-rrr)
Ayy, and I'm still on here, n*gga
Ayy, you know
Go, go, go, go