Freestyle lyrics

by

Kay Glizz



[Verse]
They be like, "KG dumpin' all these tracks"
If he ever think 'bout spinnin', he get clapped
Spinnin' thru' Linden, what's the point of that?
Turned you to a pack, now we gettin' smacked
Off a new one, ain't no try to run Rick when the crew come
Don't get it twist, the opposition do run
Bendin' thru' Farragut, yeah I'm totin' two guns
Look, these n*ggas soft, they homie took one to the head, now everybody off the porch
Up and let it off
Nunnie out here throwin' bullets, the oppers catch 'em, Randy Moss
8 Trey from the Floss
Anyone crackin' my 3 or droppin' the G, they get tossed
I wanna play ball, they never outside on they block, they make it hard for us to score
Shoot first, it's the greatest decision
n*ggas keep gettin' hit on they missions
Wit' this 30 stick I'm goin' fishin', anyone we spot I bet they goin' missin'
Hop out, it's immediate flickin'
I send three, I told JD keep clickin'
Please don't get 6ix mad, he be glitchin'
Ain't no beef wit' them, them n*ggas snitchin'
Who really takin' them trips? I came home, still takin' them risks
Me and Sav two deep in the line wit' them sh*ts, fiendin' to make us a spliff
Vine only out here tryna diss, but news flash the music is p*ss
Came home tryna ice, but now I'm on hots 'cause they always suckin' my di*k, like
If we get the lo', it's a vibe
We parked the V on the 5z
We see a rapper, up and let it fly
G Baby, I'm clickin' your guys
We in the V, better not see your live
If we do, on bro we gon' slide
Like Tdot, up it and throw on them guys
n*ggas movin' like they finna line
Whenever we troop, don't see a soul
In the Ville, it's the land of the ghosts
If he jackin' Yawah gang, I gotta throw
Bet these hollows gon' pick through his throat
Wal Blixk, how is you suckin' my di*k when Melly was Mali boppin' on the floor?
Smokin' Mali everywhere I go, these opp n*ggas never on sh*t on bro
Like, I'm not understandin', why you all on my di*k on some fan sh*t?
I would never take credit for nun' my mans did, I'm the one uppin' and flarin'
I be prayin' n*ggas movin' slimy for nothin', but f*ck it I'm tired of carin'
All that fake sh*t, Ion' go near it
Don't see, don't speak, don't hear it pus*y
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