Freestyle (Pt. 3) lyrics

[Intro]
Part 3 or somethin'
They'd been beggin' me for this sh*t too
Yeah, take it easy
I'ma go and spazz for 'em, I say

[Freestyle]
On 2Cups
A lot of my opps got me f*cked up
Shorty gon' eat, like I took her to the lunch truck
You dumb f*ck, a lotta n*ggas talkin' that don’t know sh*t
But I know a lotta n*ggas with guns that ain't know sh*t
But all I know is smoke sh*t, tote sh*t, poke sh*t
All I know is street sh*t. Want beef? I'll roast sh*t
I been spittin' heat, but the past weeks I ain't wrote sh*t
Phony ass n*ggas only call me when they want sh*t
Promise I don't owe sh*t, if I owe you then you beat
For a feature you get taxed, if you my homie then its free
If you lackin' while its crackin', I'ma do you like they’ll do me
'Cause I know I can't get no pass
When they catch me they on my ass
That's why I gotta keep this b*tch right next to me
f*ck n*gga get popped like ecstasy
She like, “Slow down, you in too deep, you on my ass,” to me
I totes the 4 pound, ridin' 'round in these streets, n*gga won’t get the best of me
'Cause them hollows be burnin' n*gga no Ray Sherman
You ain't gotta flex for me, 'cause I ain't got no type n*gga
Like a dyke n*gga, I don’t like n*ggas
Shells bigger than shark teeth, take a chunk out you --- It’ll bite n*ggas
This life come with death or the can, I don’t see why it still excite n*ggas
Free the guys, still sendin' kites n*gga, blessings on the cases that they fightin' n*gga
'Cause I done been in that jail, so free Leeky and Clam
Shout out to PBG Bandz, smoke dope by the gram
Know I don’t give a damn, let my 40 spray like its PAM
They know I go ham
Once I let this b*tch blam
You better hope this b*tch jam
I don’t f*ck with n*ggas just like Uncle Sam
But stay with a couple killers off the yam
So shout out to Juicy, he a fool with that tooly
Die 5, but I f*ck with the Hoolies
Don’t f*ck with no goofies
Once you come to our town you gon' see it go down like the movies
Shout out my n*gga Snake Face
I need somethin' at least hold 17 shots f*ck a .38
In the field we don’t play safe
Give you hollows and have your sh*t lookin' like Blake face
So take it easy, before you end up like Teezy
And my wrist be on freezy
Call Savage Sheen tell him brin' me the gleezy
He like f*ck that sh*t boy I'm goin' with you
You blow, I'm blowin' with you
We double breasted
You take one, I take one, I'm scorin' with you
I'ma cross the street, you gon' walk up on em
They ain't even gon' know I'm with you
Me and bro get to blowin' from 2 different angles
You ain't even gon' know what hit you
Swear my shoes won't fit you
n*gga wouldn't believe all the sh*t that I been through
Everybody got my name in they mouth tryna get a lil' clout
What you want me to diss you?
RIP 2cups, Poohbear, Big eazy and Pep, on bro I miss you
Free the guys so when i get signed you still got a bond
I'm comin' to get you