It’s A Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
(DJ Phat, aw man)
2K
PSG, G
(Aye moe, that's DJ Phat)
(SwxffT)

[Chorus]
I'm in that foreign sh*t, might do a hit out the back
Got a foreign b*tch, love when I hit from the back
I be scorching sh*t, big four-fifth with the thirty attached
f*cked up lil' n*gga never had sh*t, now I just thumb through them racks
I do big sh*t, gotta ride Glock in my lap
Like a hit stick, Glock he just blew out his back
I'm a trap n*gga, got a ghost-glow put the hood on the map
Don't f*ck up your re-up tryna keep up, I keep me a sack
Catch a opp, I'm a reaper, I creep up we might leave his brains in his lap
When I'm off them jammers, big .50 why tote a standard?
I got bad b*tch, she eat the di*k up on camera
I got a Glock with the switch, I been geeking to blam him
I'm 2Ks, you need a Drac' and a [?]

[Verse]
I'm in the trap, play the ki's like piano
I bust your bank, I can really bring bags out
Youngin' a loose scrеw, don't mean to spaz out
Really will shoot you, Glock make him pass out
Bag mе a n*gga, take him back to the Glasshouse
I'm laughing at n*ggas, the f*ck-n*gga assed out
I'm sending them shells, they ain't taking my ass out
Get them packs through the mail, got me dishing the gas out
I switch up the cutter, the chop make him dance now
Get them racks through the dealer, I'm putting them bands down
Glock 26 gen-5, knock his ass down
Shawty been goofy, n*gga was a class clown
I bust me a script for the drank, I don't cash out
n*gga I want racks, the f*ck is a CashApp?
I really got sh*t stacked up at the stash house
High off them Percocet's, geeking to crash out
Pouring up purple, don't f*ck with the green
[?] drank in the trap house late-night serving the fiend
Serving the bowl got me scraping and scratching the bean
I'm off the Percocet's itching and knodding off
[?] gotta watch for the [?]
We ain't stopping sh*t, ain't no shots out the store
Got a five-six, trying to send him to The Lord
The n*gga's a goofy, won't [?]
[Chorus]
I'm in that foreign sh*t, might do a hit out the back
Got a foreign b*tch love when I hit from the back
I be scorching sh*t, big four-fifth with the thirty attached
f*cked up lil' n*gga never had sh*t now I just thumb through them racks
I do big sh*t gotta ride Glock in my lap
Like a hit stick Glock he just blew out his back
I'm a trap n*gga got a ghost-glow put the hood on the map
Don't f*ck up your re-up tryna keep up I keep me a sack
Catch a opp I'm a reaper I creep up we might leave his brains in his lap
When I'm off them jammers, big .50 why tote a standard?
I got bad b*tch, she eat the di*k up on camera
I got a Glock with the switch I been geeking to blam him
I'm 2Ks you need a Drac' and a [?]

[Outro]
(Damn DJ Phat, you stay dropping heat)