Freestyle (BlockWorktv Performance) lyrics

[Chorus]:
Like woah, you not a shooter, you tell with ya bro
You got shot by a dyke, you told
Red dot, green dot, right on his nose
And Noah got beat like Ali
I ain’t passing this blunt, you don’t smoke who I smoke
Real percs can’t go out like Dotty
n*gga, shhh, got left in the lobby
Spin through that sh*t with my hand on my fan
You not tough you don’t do what you say
Why these n*ggas tryna play with my fame
Spinning and spinning, I know where he lay

[Verse 1]:
Reverse the V just to look at his face
No attempts, I want ‘em dead
Headtap gang, now he holding his head
And I’m bumping my sh*t while I’m spinning through Jeff
n*gga pass me the hooka, we do em like Heff
Run up on mе and you can get left
Like glah, likе glah, I got this 30 I’m feeling like Steph
And these b*tches be keeying my sh*t
Tint the V, you can’t see in my sh*t
I shoot, Dre gon shoot
100 shots, my brother go kuu
She a baddie, she hang out the sunroof
I got bread, I could buy her some bundles
Touch mine, you gon see what this gun do
Throw the beam in this b*tch, Ima knock off her frontal
Like, 800K, got a switch with Glock
Ima shoot through the Gate
If I catch Lil Nesty, I do em like Wayne
n*ggas broke, they be sharing chains (Like, like)
n*gga, Yus got shot in his ass
Free the Gunnaz, I’m looking for Stunna
Two drums in the V, b*tch I ride with a hunnid
Can’t lack, no way, you buggin
[?] Wade, that’s my brother, I love him
Free my brothers that’s locked in that cell
Rundown, Smokey, Dolo Kev
And you know I can’t forget the rest
AT AT, Banga, Stretch
And I know what I did and I know what I said
Got some n*ggas, I love em to death
Clickin’ and clickin’, I think I went deaf (like)
Free Pooda, my n*gga, I miss you
Too official, he blow like a whistle
Ankle breaker, he shoot off the dribble
He got aim, like Wick, won’t miss you
He not tough, he just off of a pill
You just a rapper, you don’t even drill
None of the sh*t you be saying is real
I’m the reason that you got that deal
n*gga got stretched, no yoga
Last opp got popped, no soda
She actin’ bad and I don’t even know her
See her sexy, like Ima bend that ass over
Big EBK, I don’t know who is you
You a dummy, the knock in ya shoe?
That sh*t in my pocket, I’m ready to shoot
Rule number one, like
Gotta stay with ya gun, like
Glah, Glah, Glah
You not my b*tch, I just wanna get down
Off the Lotti, I think that I’m laced
If I miss, then I’m spinning around
Chase Down Gang, he get shot in his face
f*ck ya ex, man that n*gga a clown
Talk on the net, he can’t say to my face
(If you don’t like me, just stay in ya lane)
(If I like it, I’m taking his chain)
(You a b*tch what you do for the gang)
(Bust down rollie, can’t do Plain)
He could get beat no gang
Pull out a hunnid, I came out the bank
No liquor, I’m sipping on drink
I’m balling hard, I’m a beast in the paint
GLock, aim for his chin
No L’s, go for the win
Perc 30 or a 10
Pray to God cause I know that I sin
Need a feature? Yeah, I’m charging like ten
b*tch
[Chorus]:
Like woah, you not a shooter, you tell with ya bro
You got shot by a dyke, you told
Red dot, green dot, right on his nose
And Noah got beat like Ali
I ain’t passing this blunt, you don’t smoke who I smoke
Real percs can’t go out like Dotty
n*gga, shhh, got left in the lobby
Spin through that sh*t with my hand on my fan
You not tough you don’t do what you say
Why these n*ggas tryna play with my fame
Spinning and spinning, I know where he lay