Dat One Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy Beats)
AK Bandamont, n*gga, I get bands a lot, n*gga, you know that
Damn, uh
Damn, uh

[Verse]
Huh, what I'm goin' through
You the type to see me gettin' off, ask to hold a few
I'm the type to say f*ck the bills and I know it's due
You see me out here gettin' off and you know it's true
I dropped a batch off at unc' crib, it was soul food
I been out here gettin' off with pine, but I got coca too
I got Haitians posted out with straps and I got locals too
I got about a thousand Franks on me, that's a loaf of blues
I called this bad b*tch up, we finna board a cruise
Got this lil' fiend who be shootin' up, but he snort it too
I know this other lil' b*tch shootin' dog, but she'll snort it too
Crush that sh*t down on the pool table, so I know she cool
Ugh, this ho know she boring
I got this strong-armed fiend shootin' dog that look like Randy Orton
My uncle old as f*ck but short as hell, he look likе Gary Coleman
I got a thousand pounds posted on Hoover if Larry want it
One week, I hit a widow ten times, left her very lonely
I got a play with ten pounds in the D, finna head to Coney
But then I crashed the whip on Balmars Ave and then left the stoly
I ran up twenty-four thousand in a month, b*tch, I'm blessed as Kobe
Who want some smoke with me?
Head to the party with Pink Runtz and hella poles with me
Shoot the opp in his head, hit his brother leg, his bro trippin'
Swing one in the head, don't gotta c*ck it back, I just dismiss it
Hit the road last June, I'm finna miss Christmas
Went inside a church and shot it up, they finna miss Christian
My ex-b*tch f*cked around and killed her friend, I call her Miss b*tchy
You be talkin' before they handcuff you, you be pre-snitchin'
I got that bag in motion
Hit the b*tch for ten months straight, that's why her ass is swollen
I just made a play on a QP with no baggie on me
I be sellin' your pops petty grams, I'll call daddy on you
I'm chillin' with my new b*tch that rub my back with lotion
Hit the b*tch for thirty minutes straight and now her back is broken
I shoot a thousand rounds in two minutes 'til the MAC is broken
I step the dog, I stretch this sh*t so long, you can travel on it
I be stupid rappin'
You ain't do the sh*t you say, you be stupid cappin'
My fiend throw a clean 'fit on and shoot it up, yeah, he use in fashion
I roll up quick at parties, but when I see you, I'm shootin' faster
You get it, or you a stupid n*gga?
You gon' end up with a verdict runnin' with stupid n*ggas
I load up hundred clips, go pull your block, and then shoot the n*gga