Stylin’ 4 Free lyrics

[Chorus]

Just like that I can read your mind
b*tch I’m the truth I ain’t even lyin
You out of bounds you don’t see the line
Highway to hell we on demon time
I get hungry and eat a goat
You can roll up if you want the smoke
For the power n*ggas do the most
He take the Tommy and turn him Ghost
For the team do it for the team- eam
PBE we’re getting cream- eam

[Verse]

I don’t want beef I want cabbage
Wanna live lavish not average
She get good grades she’s a bad b*tch
She could be gone like magic
Houdini or David Blaine
Destiny’s Child so say my name
Like Candyman ima come and slay em
sh*t ain’t sweet what the f*ck you saying
Fake love I hate that
From people I knew way back
I treat her good how she stay mad
How can you front in a maybach
Told me to chill and just lay back
Said I’m too chill I’m too laid back
Brooklyn New York we done saved rap
f*ck ya city I state facts
No you can not stop me
Spanish hoes calling me papi
But my name is Rufii
Why you keep calling me c*cky
Confidence I ain’t have at all
I had work to become the boss
Like Canarsie I gotta Floss
Got the juice I got the sauce
Gave em the drip and they thirsty
I blow this cake like a birthday
She throw it back like it’s Thursday
She like that sh*t in the worse way
I gotta dive into home plate
She use to front in first base
I was so shy in first grade
If this a race I’m in first place
Gotta watch out for the blue shells
n*ggas is praying I do fail
Hit the bottom and get stuck
So I gotta go f*ck it
My dog moving petty now (ruff)
Cause I got a better style
Lu told me keep it up
So I can not let him down

[Chorus]

Just like that I can read your mind
b*tch I’m the truth I ain’t even Lyin
You outta bound you don’t see the line
Highway to hell we on demon time
I get hungry and eat a goat
You can roll up if you want the smoke
For the power n*ggas do the most
He take the Tommy and turn em Ghost
Do it for the team, the team-eam
PBE we’re getting Cream-eam