Big Latto Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Ay
Southside sh*t

Latto let 'em know
Man these hoes be broke as hell, cap ass b*tches
Latto let 'em know
Don't forget it, princess of the Southside, b*tch (Ha)
Queen Clayco
Still stay with they mama, grown as hell, get your ass, get up off, get up off your ass

Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points

[Verse]
Yeah, ay, ay, ay

Bad b*tch four pockets full, got him calling me his little baby(Brrr)
Ride it good, drive a n*gga crazy, for eight miles like Slim Shady (Skrrt)
Full throttle, b*tch I'm never lazy (Skrrt)
Now he underwater like he in the Navy (Ay)
Ex n*gga drop the diss on me, I'd be mad too if my b*tch made me (Ha)
I'm a real ass b*tch (b*tch)
These hoes ain't on sh*t, but di*k (di*k)
Wonder why they call me Latto, every n*gga in this city wanna hit, yeah (Uhh)
f*ck a one on one, all my dogs gon fight with me Michael Vick, yeah
When my ex lame ass get mad, he threaten me to leak the flick (Ha, ha, ha)
f*ck it, ay, I got more in the bank than they whole budget (Yeah)
If that b*tch ain't loyal, I'ma kick her out the group, LeToya Luckett (Ay, f*ck)
Still single cause I got my own, I refuse to be a n*gga puppet (f*ck)
b*tches claim the hood, really from the Boondocks, that's Uncle Ruckus ( Ha, ha, ha)
Ay, I can't break b*tch, I won't even bend (Nah)
Check the peep hole, for you let him in (Yeah)
If he broke, don't you let that n*gga hit (Nah)
Usain Bolt, have him run up in yo sh*t (Brrr)
You ain't the boss, selling dimes and nicks (What?)
Off white on me, like I'm moving bricks (Ay)
I'm from Clayco, Southside sh*t, five six so slim thick (Southside, ay)
Ay I'll get a n*gga wiped down like Boosie (Boosie)
Ay, I was 16 when I touched 6 figures, I ain't no groupie (On god)
Been doing this sh*t, I been a rich kid, no Skooly (On god)
Ay twelve got these n*ggas wearing wires, ya'll rat ass can't fool me (Dummie, da f*ck)
Hol up dog, I think the phone tapped (What?)
If I don't know you, we ain't gon tap (The what?)
He just text me in all caps (Ay, ay)
Hurry home, so I can hit from the back (Yeet)
b*tches whack, nah they can't really rap (Hell nah)
It ain't in the trunk, it's on my lap (Brrr)
Turn a street n*gga to a sap (f*ck)
Finesse a rich n*gga like Baps (Aha)
I watch em change on me like quarters, they two faced (They fake ass)
She keep my name in her mouth more than her tooth paste (Man da f*ck)
Ran down had that b*tch shook like Old Bay (Oh she shook)
New bae can't even keep his eyes off me like 2K
I'm runnin circles round these rap hoes, like Nascar (Skrrt)
I like trappers and jackers (Brrr)
I don't even reply to DMs from rap stars (f*ck, grrra)
Really got that super soaker, he don't gotta spit start (What?)
No key, that's push start (Skrrt)
Networth going up, I'm getting more paper than a bookmark
Little b*tch (Brrr)
[Outro]
Southside sh*t
Man these b*tches be broke as hell cap ass b*tches
Don't forget it, princess of the Southside, b*tch
Still stay with they mama, grown as hell, get your a- get up off, get up off your ass