Bad blood (freestyle) lyrics

Yuh, aye
Swear to god all I do is drop f*cking classics (aye)

Uh, one, two, talking (woah)
Baby why you walking (okay)
I went through your phone baby
Who the f*ck you talking (yeah, yeah)
To, two, three
Imma pull up with this choppa make em' bark like a tree and I n*gga
(mumbles)
One, two, talking (yeah)
Baby where you walking
Pull up with choppa, make that n*gga get to barking
Got a plug, Plug spark em'
If he get to talking (aye)
Baby imma walk down on him like Christopher Walken
b*tch I am a martian (yeah)
Said I am a martian (aye, aye)
Yeah my skins green but I took that b*tch up off him
Yeah we put him in a coffin
Put him in a coffin (yes sir)
Like some f*cking wood if he-
(mumbles)

Aye, okay
Tick tock, like a metronome (woah)
Run up, straight through your home (woah)
Baby, up on my phone (woah)
She like, "bro where'd you go" (yeah)
I'm like, "girl I don't know" (I don't know)
"Why you, up on my D-I-C-to-K-o-okay"
b*tch I can't spell, I'm fresh out of jail
If he moving like a snail, then he get hit with these shells, hold on
Imma stomp him like a goomba, clean up like a Roomba (yeah)
They say you are what you eat
My gun's a pus*y, it consumed her (yeah, yeah)
sh*t is looking up
It's no longer rough
sh*t is still tough, but yeah sh*t is looking up (hmm)
n*ggas throwing jokes like they doing stand-up
But imma get my money, then I get my fans up
Hold on, get my bands up
Get my f*cking paper
Baby imma see you, you a motherf*cking hater (yeah, yeah)
Choppa on me green like a f*cking alligator
It reminds me of the money so I told em' see you later (woah, woah)
Imma get this f*cking Guapo (Guapo)
Baby it's a lot though (lot though)
Know you ain't seen 20k in your life hoe (in your life)
That b*tch paid for lipo
That b*tch got her life gone (got her life)
You n*ggas is botting and you paying for some likes bro

That's f*cking lame, grow your sh*t organically n*gga
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (aye)
Like what's your name, you can call me Santa lil' n*gga
Cause I'm a gift to you (yeah)