Bootleg Kev Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Here this n*gga go with this police sh*t again
All headshots, why you RIP my friend? (Thank You Fizzle)
Never talk to strangers, I was taught that as a kid (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
And even if the score even, n*gga, I'ma always win
Who brought this n*gga in?
Wearing Jordans, miked up like MJ
Shells left him dancing in the mirror like MJ
This chop got a black belt, RIP sensei
pus*y n*gga, you are not a threat
I knew the n*gga wasn't on sh*t when he shot a text
Bro, it was simply for the Gram
I thought that if I dissed you it'd get me some more fans
Boy, I'm truly sorry, why you RIP my friend?
Better luck next timе but don't try that sh*t again
Look, first off, that never evеn happened
That sh*t you talking 'bout really sounds like entrapment
That'd never happen even if I'm off a batman
Another reason I'ma end this song and stop rapping, stop capping
b*tch

[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
I been doing this sh*t these lil' n*ggas dream about
I popped a Perc, now I feel like Jesus now
F&N bullets knocking all my demons down
Fuselage, flying with the eagles now
Neiman Marcus shopping, I just spent a couple thousand
My wrist look like I could've bought a house with it
Your b*tch look astonished 'cause she see my whole neck glistening
Neck from England, b*tch, I put a whole pound on it
Keep the snakes from 'round me, don't have Judases around, n*gga
Smoking on za, we don't do the Black & Mild, n*gga
Play me like I'm sweet 'cause I'm up, we gon' down n*ggas
I'm really tired of all these goof troops and clown n*ggas
Just because I got head by your b*tch, don't let that bother you
I don't know why you hit the b*tch, she was [?]
You can't come around gang and 'em 'cause we don't tolerate Judases
And I'm, ha, type sh*t