G-DAY FREESTYLE II lyrics

[Intro]
*Rambo Way*
You f*ckin' up sh*t man
Better come correct little mister

[Verse 1]
Come correct when you f*ckin' wit' a real n*gga
Stripes on all the time, Freddy Krueger fit
Lane switchin' brain kickin
What's yo name n*gga
Finna take all my young boy, might need a raise n*gga
In a wrath n*gga
Muddy drank, kissin' pink, but my tag thicker
Thick b*tch, f*ck around might have to make her thicker
Painting pictures for these n*ggas so my vision clearer
Body bag ya b*tch, I ain't taggin' sh*t
She just f*cked you cause she seen you on my gram and sh*t
You wanna f*ck on bad hoes that's a average b*tch
Know my stamina's never low you know I'm bagin' sh*t
Thirsty n*gga flippin' E, he gotta add the b*tch
Woah, woah, woah
That boy no star, come hop in my car
Ion take no bars, I just spit these bars
Sippin' bloody Tech
All she get is quit, crackin' at yo neck
Whoa, aye, whoa