F12 Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
(Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime)
(Hurt, what it do)
(Yo, Kavi)
Ayy, ayy (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse]
Hmm, hunnid racks
n*ggas play ya lil' sh*t, they don't run it back
In the A, I don't know what I'm finna do
I be bored in L.A., with a hunnid bad b*tches 'round me, you don't know nothin' 'bout that (Bop)
I get bread every way, so I don't give a f*ck if I really don't get my account back
n*gga signed to a label, they bottin' his views (Blatt), to be honest we don't even count that
Took a L, n*gga, I'm finna bounce back (Bop)
She got ass, so I'm watchin' it bounce back
Spend a bag, watch, I make her go bounce back
Stay with gang, n*gga, you ain't even 'round that
Talkin' down and he ain't even like that
You get jumped, n*gga, you ain't even fight back
You gon' die if yo' ass wanna try that
I'm in hеr mouth, n*gga, Trident
Pop a Tesla, I'm changin' the climatе
Do a show and the fans tryna climb in
1500, you know what my tribe is (Let's go)
Rockstar life, boy you don't wanna try this
That n*gga sick, man, he got a lil' itis
My money addin', b*tch yo' money minus
I'm in her dream, b*tch I'm feelin' like Linus
I can't die, boy, you not finna line us
I got some shooters in North Carolina (Fah)
You tryna hide, n*gga, we finna find you
b*tch I'm the GOAT, they ain't need no reminder
b*tch I been earnin' my stripes like a tiger
My n*gga stay in the street, like a biker
b*tch I could do this all day, don't get tired (Yeah)
Act like a angel, I know she a liar (Yeah)
Walk in the booth, and I set it on fire
These n*gga money, went flat like a tire
I'm movin' drugs, n*gga I'm the supplier
I'm off the drug, n*gga I'm gettin' higher
Applied for the job, you ain't even get hired
Play with my money, b*tch you could get fired
b*tch on her knees, like a damn 49er' (Yeah)
I'm rockin' all black, lil' b*tch, I'm gettin' flyer
Stunt at the show, I ain't postin' a flyer
Stealin' the swag, but we already did that
These n*gga b*tch, man, I really don't get that
I'm with my gang, and we pushin' yo' sh*t back
Send me yo' song, I put it where the sh*t at
Ha, 'cause that sh*t ass, n*gga
I'm in the G63, goin' 200, you f*ck around, sh*t gettin' bad, n*gga
I don't really say too much, but I got sons, I'm yo' dad, n*gga
Hunnid racks on me, I said it at first, I'ma say it again, "Get a bag, n*gga"
These n*gga really try to hop on my beats, to be honest with you, that sh*t trash, n*gga
n*gga said, "Pull up like twenty-some racks", I just looked at his ass, and I laughed, n*gga
Billboard money, y'all n*ggas still flexin' that PPP loan, that sh*t sad, n*gga
I can not f*ck with these n*gga no more, they be leakin' my sh*t on the apps, n*gga
I f*ck that b*tch from the front, and the back, I'ma bust a lil' nut on her abs, n*gga
Glock got a switch, and this sh*t get to glitchin', that f*ck n*gga started to lag, n*gga (Lag, n*gga)