GET SILLY FREESTYLE lyrics

[Verse]
I was splurgin' at North Park, tryna look rich (What?)
Could've bought a ass for my motherf*ckin' b*tch (Damn)
Free Santana Sage (Gang), he gon' empty out the clip (Gang, gang)
On my mama, I'ma rage for my motherf*ckin' jits
I won't ever flip the page, b*tch, I'm stickin' to the script (Rug-Rat!)
Old-ass n*ggas lame and I'm bout to pull they slip (Rug-Rat!)
b*tch, I'm half yo' f*ckin' age with a extra long clip (Oh)
I don't got ten shots, but yo' aim ain't sh*t (b*tch)
b*tch, I keep the Smith like my name Brad Pitt
Twenty-two shots, clip look like my di*k (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
If a n*gga try me, on my mama, I get lit (Yuh)
If Wu say he dead, then I know his ass is hit
Chopper 22, with a extra long clip (Bang)
And that stock kick back, but it ain't sh*t to fold that b*tch (Bap, bap)
Rappin'-ass n*ggas ain't gon' do sh*t
b*tch, I'm loadin' up this Cobra while you loadin' up that diss (Gah, bah)
I got hella shooters, and they ain't gon' miss
b*tch, it's 2016, what's the addy to yo' crib? (It's 2016, man)
I don't tote no Glock, boy, I know you see that stick (Stick)
And if you run up on me like a Beyblade, I rip (Fah)
I don't know what you heard, but lil' Tay-K with the sh*ts (b*tch)
I never duck a opp, unless he is a snitch (b*tch)
And I'm still out here juggin', 'cause I can't even resist (b*tch)
And I still got opps, 'cause I'm still hittin' licks (b*tch)
b*tch, I'm Tay-K, and I'm steady on the clock (Tick-tock)
And the feds want my head, I— (Gang)
And I'm always finessin', I can never ever stop (Juh)
If a n*gga try to press me (Juh), like a soda, I pop (Fah)
If 12 pull me over, on my mama, I'ma run (Skrrt)
'Cause it's B.B. on my belt, but it's hollows in my gun (Hollows in my gun)
Every single day, I could never miss one
b*tch, I'm out here in the field, and I do this sh*t for fun