Freestyle lyrics

[Verse]
Catch that top, yea, get that guap then
In the A I'm murda man, I'm sliding round' with Fox theen
Goons got that 300 blackout, he like dot let's block bend
Slide up on him, let off shots, he cold from that hot sh*t
My n*ggas gon' spin spin spin, till they nauseous
When you lack, b*tch you die, move with precaution
In a scat with bug my n*gga light, he on some off sh*t
b*tch this ain't no f*cking vine, we put sh*t in a coffin
This b*tch let me f*ck, she like my swag and I got bands
All these n*ggas want me dead, so have that drac' there when I land
After shows they wanna link I'm with Q3 b*tch, bring your friend
She know I know she a freak, let her eat the meat then a b*tch slid
30 thousand, put that on yo mans, they gon' bring him in
Rap capping, n*ggas talking bout' some sh*t they never did
We bout' action, everytime they post up, b*tch we went and slid
He clout rapping, we gon' make his ass pay for what he said
Robin jeans came with the wings b*tch, I paid 1200 for the pants
Talking bout' head tops, I'ma take it there let the switch off n*gga dance
Oh he out his top on clubhouse, I pulled up n*gga ran
b*tch we catch bodies for a living ain't sh*t silly n*gga we ain't playing
Ay, I might blow through 50k, come through with that dirty drac'
Marco Polo n*ggas hide, bring yo' ass outside and play
What you did when uh-uh died, nah, I ain't gon' say his name
Say you smoke my brother, bronem let that cutta' bust his brain
All these b*tches f*ck for fame, all these b*tches know my name
Talking get your partner hit, bro spinning sh*t like hurricane
Bend that b*tch and hit that switch, he fall then it's a dirty game
RW Ku I'm bloody b*tch these f*ck n*ggas know I bang that gang
Pick him up that n*gga falling, he got hit with blicks
Bronem tryna hit the plug, say he got bout' fifty bricks
Coming out that club n*gga, we gon' let them fifties hit
Crack got hit all in his face, call that n*gga 50 Cent
We gon' show no love, pullin' up let them semis hit
30 ball a dub, them young Ku's come through wrecking sh*t
No I'm not yo' cuz, b*tch I'm blood so correct that sh*t
Uhh, wanna be down for them, f*ck it, bronem stretch the b*tch
Outta my mind, n*gga cross that line then he gon' meet death and sh*t
He, ain't got time, n*gga blowed that iron at shh he felt the sh*t
Pulled out racks and melt the b*tch, I be on some selfish sh*t
Let me in that pus*y b*tch you bet' not let no goofy hit
Ay, we love stamping sh*t, I be fresh like peppermint
It ain't about that money, b*tch don't call it's irrelevant
Damn, we just smoked yo' dawg, now that n*gga heaven sent
Choppa hit his head he fall, n*gga lost all 7 sense
Skirted off, that n*gga hit, got the rod out tryna bait a fish
Chase a n*gga down then we get it lit, drop a murda bag, these all blicks
Broke ass n*gga don't call sh*t, bend they block with all di*ks
Switches up on everything so ain't no way we all miss
Smoking dead opps, I do that often
Tryna pass this grabba back, this new pack got me coughing
Said he did what to who, sh*t that's when he lost me
How you smoking Ralo when we put Mitch in a coffin
f*ck it, get a n*gga bought then, 30 on me when I walked in
Dead n*gga round we gon' bang that heat
Homicide, bring that chalk in
Shoot a opp n*gga right in his teeth, bet a f*ck n*gga won't talk then
All you b*tch ass n*ggas want beef, f*ck it make that call then
[Outro]
n*gga know I'm gang gang to the death man
I don't give a f*ck what a n*gga talking about
We gon' come, we gon' come, we gon' come again n*gga (SRT on every Glock)
Glah, n*gga, can't run from a drac', boa (SRT on every Glock)