Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Kali
Ooh, DJ Century, you making beats now?
You making beats now?

[Verse 1]
Ho, I ain't talk 'bout sh*t on the internet, dissin'
That b*tch don't want no smoke, better hope she listen
Make her pray I don't catch her ass, I'ma turn that ho to a Christian
b*tch, I'm in my bag, I'm gettin' money, I'm living
Snatchies with her n*gga, that's why that b*tch livid
I don't give a f*ck 'bout no mad ho, I'm his ex, that's a red flag, ho
You might as well leave him alone
That n*gga, he stay in my phone
He attached, he the dog on a bone
He just wanna give me the dome
Hold on, b*tch, I'm in my zone

[Interlude]
Any ho say I'm ugly need to put her glasses back on
I got the world screaming, "Kali," that's why these b*tches don't like me
sh*t, I'd be mad too if I ain't like me, and that's all I f*cking hear
Anyway, let's go

[Verse 2]
Got the whole world screaming, "Kali"
Watch out 'fore I f*ck on your daddy
Mad ho, knick-knack, that b*tch Maddy
She ain't on sh*t, these b*tches is chatty
sh*t on these b*tches, I'll do that gladly
Your BD want me badly
You still mad? Well, b*tch, I'm happy
All I smoke is zaza
b*tches on that ra-ra
You ain't talking guala, that's a nada
Hood b*tch, she a robber
Yeah, she'll rob ya
Keep your eye ya-ya, gotta watch her