Fresh Out Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: V-Nasty]
I got a 30 clip on 30s, in a Range Rover
Ten inch di*k, that my pus*y all over
My n*gga is a master, but I'm the controler
b*tches talkin sh*t, Imma murder what I wrote her
I f*ck with my n*ggas, on the block, we hustlin
Sittin on stacks, the money we touchin
Got pistols and choppers, so you know we bussin
Came to your n*ggas spot, and I left him with nothin
I'm a real ass b*tch, and I never be fake
I can't slow down now, cause I got money to make
You can catch me, posted, actin like Ace
And that town I rep, Imma be screamin my place
n*ggas always talkin sh*t, out their mouth
Watch how I bring them choppers out
You broke ass b*tch, watch how I hop out
These n*ggas already know what the f*ck I'm bout

[Verse 2: SpaceGhostPurp]
I'm with Nasty, you know I'm black too
I'm in your house, slappin your b*tch, like where the Coke, dude
What's the motherf*cking combo to the safe, b*tch
Me and V-Nasty hittin licks, and you b*tches ain't safe
I'm dippin in the motherf*ckin scraper
You ain't f*ckin with SpaceGhostPurp, you's a hater
And I'll see you later, you can get it now
I'l beat your ass down, pow
I'm chillin with Young Slim, and Hawaii too
Find b*tches, then kill and drill m too
You stupid, I got bricks
I don't need the tool, I can hit you with the sword
Got these diamonds, oh lord
Don't have the sword, and you don't send gifts
b*tch, I don't give a f*ck bout you, or your b*tch
I sold Crack to my own mother
So ask me, are you grimey, brother
I ain't your brother, you don't know me, from a f*ckin tree
f*ck with all the pain, who, me
Na, I think not