Bilbo Freestyle lyrics

[cdot honcho]
Cdot man
Honcho gang sh*t, b*tch you already know wtf goin on
We in this b*tch, gang sh*t
Shout out rondo, shout out bilbo
We in this b*tch, honcho man

Aye, run in yo crib wit them lasers
Run out that b*tch wit yo paper
Serve everybody I feel like a waiter
I'm ballin I feel like a laker
Borrow yo b*tch, after that you can take her
We got dough so we stay wit them bakers
Runnin' yo trap turn that b*tch to Jamaica
My b*tch look like she straight from Malaysia
Lovin that b*tch I'm so through wit that game wit a b*tch
I don't want sh*t to do wit that
My wrist cost a brick I be doin that
You super broke i ain't got sh*t to do wit that
Gang in this b*tch brought them thangs in this b*tch
n*ggas run up you know foe nem shootin that
My dash hit 250 I'm doin it yo b*tch in love wit the hemi I'm screwin that

We them n*ggas, don't nobody like us
We in balmain but ain't none of us bikers
Foe nem climb on yo roof like a spider
f*ck her two times then that b*tch do a hiker
You know we be skraped like them them dikers
Scope on a tec turn that b*tch to a sniper
All in his face like a Skyper
n*gga be sh*ttin his pants like a diaper
These b*tches know I'm a one nighter
After the sex gotta reach for my lighter
I be f*ckin them hundreds up dropping' yo cousin off
She can suck di*k so I like her
b*tches know I don't trust these b*tches
She stealin' from me I swear imma Ike her
Goin wet that b*tch up like a diver
Stupid lil b*tch man you should've been wiser
Aye, b*tch!

Run it up, give a f*ck what it cost me
You ain't talkin bout money you lost me
I be runnin through hundreds so often
AR 15 blew a n*gga to Boston
I be flexin my b*tch, she be flossin'
n*gga try me you wake up in a coffin
And a hemmy that law? man I lost em
Don't f*ck a b*tch together we just toss em
Wanna f*ck a lil n*gga be ballin
Stone cold on a b*tch like im Austin
Gang will make a b*tch think she lost it
Buy what I want give a f*ck what it's costing
Margiela's I swear I be saucin'
These hoes not bright you won't see em too often
Got these from Saks I don't see you too often

Aye!

I run up them racks on a daily
Eversence avenue pick up from Haiti
Pull on yo block a Mercedes
Sprayin' sh*t down better put up yo baby
Gang in this b*tch we be wildin
Coolin' but you know this sh*t could get violent
That 30 equipped wit a silence
Quiet as mice but them bullets be flyin'