Bluddy Katon freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Turn it up a little, a little more
That's good
Cocaine

[Verse 1]
Bands on my neck, hunnid bands on my neck
Pull up on a young b*tch with the muthaf*ckin' Tec
I got bands on my neck, hunnid bands on my neck
Pull up in a n*gga's city with the Tec to his chest
Young n*gga comin' through with the bands
I got hunnids on me, homie, I got hunnid f*ckin' bands
Pull up on a n*gga, b*tch I look like Charlie Brown
Coolest young n*gga, rollin' through a n*gga town
Hunnids on my di*k, hunnids on my neck
See a pus*y n*gga, gets drummin' with a Tec
Pull up on yo ma's, drop a bomb on her pus*y
Young n*gga, I don't like relations
f*ck that lovin' mushy bullsh*t
With the clip, with the sh*ts, I'm off the sh*ts
Take your b*tch I'm with the sh*t
Ride around with a full ass clip
Pull up on a n*gga, then I shoot a n*gga
pus*y n*gga in a baseball bat, throw'd up a n*gga
(*Laughing* ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2]
Blood on my katana, I'm comin' for yo mama
Slit her f*ckin' throat, I ain't with the f*ckin' drama
Blood between my nails, never f*ckin' go to Yale
But I likely go to jail, just for readin' f*ckin' braille
n*ggas don't ever prosper, n*ggas don't never change
n*ggas can't pull up in a nice f*ckin' Range
Drama on my mind, hunnid commas on my mind
Dirty b*tch, all she want is a n*gga time
Blood on my katana, I'm comin' for yo mama
'Live from the grave, pus*y n*gga count commas
'Live for my n*ggas, all my n*ggas countin' mamas
My humble mama see the b*tch she with the drama
Take it to the grave, bury her today
All my n*ggas with it like a muthaf*ckin' skirmish
I was ridin' through the hood with the hoodie, uh
Ion look like Trayvon, bust like-