Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Tallslime with more Banddupp sh*t n*gga you know it's a banger
(Hey yo Sam, you f*cking with that Banddup sh*t?)
Hey Mob Banddup this sh*t hit n*gga, f*ck you talking about?

[Verse]
My n*ggas got my back we ain't going for nothing
They ain't coming through so we pushing them buttons
This sh*t ain't finished they know how I'm coming
And we tryna drill sh*t we doing plumbing
Just had nothing, I turned it to something
Jefe down [?] get it in by the bundle
Me and Twin see a opp sh*t get to dumping
(.26 rolling [?])
No I won't change on my brothers
Yeah I love Giz and my motherf*cking brothers
Don't give a f*ck for a father or mother
Spinning so much that we burned out the rubber
n*ggas be b*tches and just be deprived
Do anything getting forced to slide
Jump in that water your shoes may be tied
Shots out that Glock need more than peroxide
Uh, uh, [?] that's my motherf*cking man
We [?] yeah we come from the sand
f*cking with Littles you know I keep blam
He know I be stepping I stay in my jam
I'm from the Z but I thug with the 7th
Book me a flight I'll hit me a scam
[?] better I ain't smoking no [?]
Losing lil' Ahk in this sh*t wasn't planned
I'm not a rapper might blow up a fan
[?] thugging I'm serving it in
Might spin a bend with my Cali' man (Hey SD)
And we get it in by the load
We get it in and we getting it sold
n*ggas be b*tches and hoes
Glock 22 rolling uh, taking his soul, uh
And I gotta pour up a four
[?] on my ass I gotta get low
Can't sleep in the house, monkey at my door
Keep [?] on my di*k ain't breaking no code
Yeah we back to the basics
Glock 22 rolling chase him
Digital dash switching lanes while I'm racing
Pushing the whip getting head while I'm facing
Fishing the opps and I'm riding in tints
Spanking this glizzy he jumping the fence
Won't catch me loafing I'm jamming off Fent'
Keep coming through and you better get some sense
Uh, you n*ggas be cutting up, you n*ggas be sweet, you n*ggas be buttercup
I don't want you b*tches you b*tches be f*cked up
I hit me some licks and now I gotta run it up
And I gotta give it to [?]
And I ain't even [?]
n*ggas be di*k-riding want me to fall
Shoutout [?] running them halls, uh uh
Yeah I know n*ggas be fishing
You n*ggas won't catch me slipping
I know you n*ggas wanna get up with me
(Push up on me I'ma shoot 'til it's empty)
I'm not a rapper I'm just f*cking it up
Push up on me and I bet it's gon' tuck
We had to miss him it was just by luck
You said that you started it we finished it
n*ggas ain't real tryna get down to business
I'm sliming you out and I'm not on no friendly sh*t
Get up on my man give him a hit stick
Yeah you n*ggas' life on the clock
And he try to run get knocked out his socks
And yeah it cooldown 'cause I'm on the box
And we move militant right on the Yo block
Uh, uh, nah we ain't ducking no opps
Them n*ggas ain't bend no they shoot from afar
We walking them down and push up on the car
That n*gga [?], [?]
I'm sipping on Tris', ain't sipping no Par
I'm [?]
[?] the men they know who we are
Four deep in the whip we got 'bout six Glocks
Uh, uh, b*tch it's the murder [?] we gotta switch spots
Keep f*cking with b*tches then we get the drop
And I get the picture the b*tch getting cropped
We don't give a f*ck who you are
We only be ducking them cops
I had to hit me some moves baby pop-up shop
Your man from 5 went [?]
And we get them pints in
Backdoor Con Artist me and Twin take sh*t
Hit us a move, and we got them crates in
Glock 17 to his face from the three like Jeremy Lin
[?] put you in a blend
di*k-riding the opps and tryna be my friend
I know what to do I'ma put you in a blend
You gon' f*ck with this b*tch and your sh*t getting sent
[Outro]
f*ck with that b*tch and your sh*t getting sent, uh
Me and Twin really take sh*t n*gga
You know I'm-I'm a Backdoor Con Artist n*gga, I'm thugging forever
Thugging forever sh*t don't stop people do