Bless The Booth Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, ayy, turn it up some more in the headphones
Hundred-round goon, b*tch, I'm dope on a spoon
Yeah

[Verse]
b*tch, it's hundred-round goon
I'm dope on a spoon
Say we beefing, b*tch, you gon' see me soon
I'll send your ass to the moon
I hang with them killers and dealers in woods
I'm 'bout to slide, better hide if you could
I put a MAC and a TEC in the woods
Draco with a hundred, I'm back in the hood
My truck in the hood, b*tch, I'm living good, uh
I'm a rich shooter, I'm rich as a b*tch
My killers, they vicious, it's rare that they miss
Tattoos on my head and my neck and my fist
Too high on them Xan's, f*ck around, crash the whip
Smooth like damn linen, I like fine women
If she suck the di*k, that's well time-spending
Two to six years, that's a light sentence
Twenty-five years, that's a life sentence, uh
Got shot, got robbed, you're a goon, right?
These pus*y ass n*ggas ain't living that life
Eat Percocets like Haitians eat rice
You're just a b*tch with a di*k, you're a dyke
Hundred-round, goon, I make, hundred, round, moves, b*tch!
Hundred pounds, too
I'm a shooter and a trapper, fool!