Drunk Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I slept on the floor, ain't had the luxury of mattress
Had to stretch my money like Reed Richards, I'm fantastic
Your b*tch a magician, she be showin' me her hat trick
Back in special ed, I wore a helmet in my classes
That boy ran up on me and we turned that boy to ashes
Ashes, ashes, turned that boy to ashes
Your b*tch suck my di*k and now I'm aiming for her glasses
Used to think that mayonnaise was an instrument like Patrick
Hop up on a beat and I go IEP retarded
I don't f*ck with Walmart, 'cause I always hit my target
I don't f*ck with n*ggas, so they think I'm homophobic
Ballin' on these n*ggas like my name was Garet Poling
I was in the field, just like a nig​ger, Kunta Kinte
Knew she was a sl*t, I didn't listen to her friends say
I just want the top, why is you takin' all your clothes off?
b*tches shakin' ass, I f*cked around and turned to Chris Ross
I just f*cked a dyke and afterwards, I said, "No homo"
Your b*tch suck my di*k and I recorded it in slo-mo
Homie went to prison and his b*tch kept tryna f*ck me
I ain't even do it 'cause that b*tch was kinda ugly
Okay, I'm just kiddin', she eat me up like some lunch meat
Okay, I'm just kiddin', she eat me up like a zombie
n*gga ran up on me, now his face on Abercrombie
I was in Moline, I didn't listen to my mommy
[Bridge]
Ayy, didn't listen to my mommy
Didn't listen to my mommy
To my mommy

[Verse 2]
n*ggas goin' out sad, now they be tryna beef about a b*tch
Why the f*ck would you trust her when you know she out here doin' di*ks?
In the crib tryna lay low, I don't give a f*ck about stitch
Keep sippin' on codeine, I see purple stuff when I p*ss
I done really came a long way from back when I was hitting licks
I done really came a long way, don't believe me? n*gga, ask your b*tch
Don't believe me? n*gga, ask your b*tch
n*ggas mad that I'm lit
Spent ten days in the hospital, know the opps happy I'm sick
I was stranded in Mexico, 'cause my wristwatch called Ice
n*ggas ain't tryna knuckle up, so that's why I gotta keep a pipe
No, my name ain't Tyrone, but I'm here to f*ck a n*gga's wife
No, my name ain't Joe Rogan, but I'm talkin' sh*t on this mic
b*tch n*gga tried to run down, be the last day of his life
'Member back I was so broke, every day I used to hit stains
b*tch ain't used to text back, now she f*ckin' me for the fame
Fell in love with an e-girl, so I had to stop playing the game
Fell in love with an e-girl, almost made a n*gga go insane
Keep poppin' these Percocets, 'cause that's the only thing that ease the pain
I know she don't really love me, she be f*ckin' n*ggas for the fame
Pull up on an opp n*gga like, "Do you know Joy Lane?"
Huh, ridin' through East Moline, gotta keep it on me
n*ggas tryna smoke me, yeah
Tried to f*ck on Kelsey, she ran away like, "Help me"
Told her, "This ain't healthy," yeah
Huh, tried to f*ck on Luna, should've did it sooner
Now she with them shooters, yeah
Huh, tried to f*ck on Anny, I was off them Xannies
She ain't understand me, yeah
Tried to f*ck on Abby, she be off them Addies
I can't be her daddy, yeah
No, I will not text her, n*gga, I'm a flexer, just like Lucas Becker, yeah (Manyo)