I Don’t Know Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck you talkin' bout some "I used you" bullsh*t
I treated you with some respect
Like, what the f*ck?

[Verse]
They say, "How you gon’ let that b*tch control you?", I don't know
Holy f*ck, that hoe's c*m whiter than some f*cking snow
All that sneak dissin’, oh my God, you such a pus*y boy
f*cked that b*tch so good, she was ridin' with some joy
b*tch, I pour a cup, then I pray that I get some money today
No I'm not pourin' no lean, this some lemonade (Ha-ha)
Yeah, I grew up poor, no sh*t I want some paychecks
Paychecks for some neck and some necklaces
b*tch, I'm on a roll, while you just scroll
Not gonna lie, all that bread done turned me into an assholе
All these b*tches donе sold their soul for some— (What?)
Yeah, I hit up Hollywood Cole, then hit that two step
Ruin that b*tch's career like I'm Johnny Depp
R.I.P. to E, wish you was here, sh*t, I mean it
b*tches talkin' bout’ some safe sex, nah b*tch, I go f*ckin’ raw
I'on trust dudes who wear some Nike Techs
Yeah, I caught yo b*tch givin’ neck for some checks
I got five hundred plots like that man Lil Tec
Nah, this ain't a Ford, this a motherf*ckin' Trackhawk
Yeah, that b*tch knock, then she give some gawk
Oh, wait, that b*tch used, get her out the block
I swear to God all these b*tches wanna talk
b*tches out here rappin' like they got some wok
But, somehow still people saying that I can’t rap
I'm so tired of these rats, so I done told 'em "Stop the cap"
These white hood-wannabes actin' like they got some straps
Thinkin' like I would even give a crap (Graah, graah, graah)
Like Faygo, I'll take yo ass off the map (Map, map, map)
You lil' sh*ts so funny, it ain't even funny (sh*t ain't even funny mane)
All you internet b*tches just makin' me money (Perfect!)
And these industry b*tches, they not yo friends (They really not yo friends)
All those nights at the studio, just for a stab in the back (Many sleepless nights)
Just for Taz to f*ck your girlfriend's ass (Damn, Iann)
I'on even know how that di*k fitted in (Like, how the f*ck?)
Don't worry though, I'on really give a jack (Nah, I'on really do)
But if he f*ck wit me, just know he got a bullet in his back (That sh*t on God)
It's me
[Outro]
I kinda don't got no more sh*t to say
I'm done. lemme hop off this beat
Thanks Cole