Going On Tour Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Uh), uh (Uh), uh (Okay, look), yeah (Yah)

[Chorus]
Going on tour, 'bout to rent out the Sprinter
The paper we got wouldn't fit in the printer
I'm putting that wood through his skin like a splinter
I plan out my moves but don't use an agenda
Don't say [?] or they get dismembered
You must've forgot so I'll make you remember
The flow been so hot it could burn like a ember
Don't do it for money, I do it for pleasure

[Verse]
Keep tryna step on the toes, get kicked in the throat
They wonder when I'ma explode
I spent some time on my own, unwind and unload
Then kicked up my feet on the door, it's funny
Back in the day I just wasn't that lucky
Now I got b*tches that's begging to suck me
[?] the [?], you can't even touch me
I'm a big dog, you my son, just a puppy
Calm down, you ain't built like that (Okay)
They can talk but they cannot scrap (No, no)
It's a lot of cargo on my back (Yeah, yeah)
Don't get sent to the beach like Sam (Death Stranding, hah)
Eating escargot, you a snail (Lil' b*tch)
Seven years on the ground like a rail (Uh-huh)
I was too underground for a deal (Lil' b*tch)
Now I'm too outta touch with appeal (Uh-huh)
And I'm gone like I pop me a pill (Let's go)
Running deep, pockets fat like a deal (Lil' b*tch)
Touch the money, we speaking in braille (Uh-huh)
If he float like a boat, set sail (Okay)
And she give me good brain like Yale, huh (Okay, look, uh)
I been king of the hill like Dale, uh (Okay)
Y'all ain't touching the top and fail, uh (Okay, look, uh-huh)
Drop your body off Hell in a Cell, uh (Yeah, okay)
Finish this sentence, we straight to the point
Head or it's tail either way like a coin
.30 clip hanging, it look like a groin
Boy, stop tryna talk, we don't play with them toys
Huh, nah (Fukkit), boy, stop tryna talk, we don't play with them toys
I don't come with suppressor, we tryna make noise
And his ass on a stretcher for tryna be coy
[Interlude]
Way too much money we counting to be worried about that bullsh*t (Yo, Fukkit, [?], you're the best, dude)
Y'all really gotta stop tripping, man (You're the best)
Shut the f*ck up, man (Oh), shut up (Alright), shut up
Get the f*ck out, man (Geez, man)
We counting money in this b*tch (f*ck, man, Jesus Christ)
Relax, relax

[Chorus]
Going on tour, 'bout to rent out the Sprinter
The paper we got wouldn't fit in the printer
I'm putting that wood through his skin like a splinter
I plan out my moves but don't use an agenda
Don't say [?] or they get dismembered
You must've forgot so I'll make you remember
The flow been so hot it could burn like a ember
Don't do it for money, I do it for pleasure