Drunk Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
(6lement)
Uh, turn me up, uh
Turn me up, uh
Turn me up, uh
Huh, turn me up, uh

[Verse]
Ayy, I said I'm lookin' for the sl*ts, I got my eyes peeled
Ayy, gas hittin', next day, high still
Ayy, of course I took the n*gga, b*tch, I steal
Got a leg up on all these b*tches like a high heel
Rap b*tches hatin' on me, know they want my deal
Know they wishin' I would fall off, that's ideal
I'm lookin' for the motherf*ckin' thots like an idea
I'ma put this sh*t together like I'm workin' at Ikea, uh, uh
Ayy, put that pus*y on a plate, come here, Charles, your lunch is ready
Wonder why these n*ggas hookеd, I put some sh*t in they spaghetti
I wеnt VVS veneers, diamond choker, it's baguettes
I'ma put that pus*y on him, swear to God, he won't forget me (Forget)
b*tch, I never gave pus*y, but I'm always servin' c*nt (c*nt)
You come drop off bad head, b*tch, we won't talk for a month
Drop the lo' in Apple Maps, suit up, b*tch, let's go on a hunt
I'ma roll up all my opps, I'ma put 'em in my, huh
Yeah, come on, let's go, yeah, b*tch, I'm the one, ho (I'm the one)
All these b*tches is my sons, I put that on my son, ho
Hundred bands in my account, I still pop out with drums, ho
I take out her teeth so she can really pop her gums, ho (Ho)
I'm the one who wear the pants, but I'm not a square
Huh, pus*y bald, I get laser, I don't do the Nair
Huh, how is that your n*gga, b*tch, when he never there?
Huh, drinkin' Don Julio, you hoes on Everclear
How the f*ck you say we beefin', b*tch? You never made it clear
I done came through, put the high beams on a b*tch like a deer
I go on a drill super sober, I don't need a beer (What?)
Huh, pop out and I'm clappin' at these b*tches like a cheer
Huh, he from the jungle, he my long-neck giraffe
Ayy, I'm way too f*ckin' P to send a long paragraph
Ayy, green-ass ho bought the black Forces (Bought the black Forces)
b*tch, that's the wrong pair to have
Ayy, supersl*t givin' me the googly eyes ('Ly eyes)
I'm sittin' there thinkin', "What the f*ck is his name?"
Neck on Venus and Serena, I went and bought a motherf*ckin' tennis chain
Ayy, how the f*ck is life so easy?
Do a b*tch greasy (Ayy), do a n*gga sleazy
Outfit crisp, this sh*t gettin' breezy
I don't need no motherf*ckin' sl*t, a sl*t need me
I'm gettin' to the mozzarella, this sh*t gettin' cheesy
I need a people pleaser, n*gga, come and please me
Supersl*t, open mouth, he keep sayin', "Feed me"
He want me to bless him, he not even sneezing
Huh, what the f*ck? I ain't know you was a sl*t, n*gga
Hmm, I'ma let him put his thumb in my, hmm, yeah, okay (Yeah, okay)