318 Freestyle lyrics

[Lil' Snupe]
Lil' Snupe! Yeahhhhhhhhhhh
Free my n*gga C4. [X8]

Let me hop in it and free my n*gga C4
If rap sh*t don't work then we gon' sell this sh*t like Nino
b*tches lookin' for me they can't find me like Nemo
Cuz every time I'm in the building I set it of like Cleo
Hurricane with me, 51/50
b*tch get jiggy then get naked and shake all your ass and titties
Baby told me to kill it. I told him that I kill it
I hold it down from the 318 all the way back to Philly.
Lil' Snupe up in the buildin', you know that I'm up in this ho
Everybody want it yeah I swear you better watch it ho
Cuz n*gga I rank with me. Guarantee she f*ck my clique
She gon suck my di*k all day and night she gon do it left she gon do it right
Yeahhhh n*gga Jonesboro
Where we up in this b*tch swear to God that we don't care
And I got these diamonds on my neck And these diamond on my wrist
With these J's up on my feet and your b*tch up on my di*k
Man this b*tch she love my swag. And she love my f*cking clique
Cuz we hit the f*cking club and act like ya'll don't even exist
Cuz we in our own lane, we did our own sh*t
I'm a young n*gga but I stay on that grown sh*t
I be smoking on that loud People tell me turn it down
So if you can't f*ck with that loud you can't even come around
You know I gotta do it, best believe that my man strapped
She screamin' out ay bay bay and she started doing the hand clap
Got this b*tch naked. Got this b*tch gettin' with it
Got this b*tch wanna f*ck. f*ck me and my whole city
Man Dee-Low told me do it and I told him that I got it
Then I hit my n*gga lil' Derick up and we head straight to the projects
We head to the projects, and then we start rollin' up
All the bad b*tches hit my phone they wanna roll with us
Cuz they already know that I'm a f*ckin' clown
When they heard that I was gonna be in she prayed that no ones around
I shut it down everywhere I go
And I love bad b*tches so you better watch your ho
I'll grab the magnum and put that di*k straight up down her throat.
And she ain't playin' when she get in here she know how we roll
b*tch ain't no relaxin' they no I'm the ?
These b*tches already know what's up. b*tches know it's what's happening
You chill up in my bed but you f*ckin' on my mattress
We gon get straight to the business. Swear to God he won't be with it hold up
[Hurricane Chris]
I took a n*gga b*tch, then gave her plenty di*k
I put a pus*y n*gga on the news channel six
I kill me a dog ass n*gga Mike Vick
And you know it is no you not f*ckin' with Chris
I put her on that wood then I told her do the splits
Got Snupe up in this b*tch and the whole crew up in this b*tch
You know I'm gettin' lifted off Patron and Ciroc
Any n*gga talkin' that sh*t I swear to God they don't wanna box
Got a left hand and a right hand, break a n*gga jaw
I do some crucial sh*t you gon think this the movie Saw
I represent that south and bat a n*gga in his mouth
I got your b*tch bussin' it wide open on my couch
Man I'm a dawg you a cat, I step on these rats
And these n*ggas know I'm in the club strap with that gat
Yeah I'm strap with that mac. Some hoes in the back
Threefy smokin' on some sh*t that made him have an asthma Attack
I'm bout my money, n*gga I'm bout my money
I pull up in my Maserati, f*ck your lil' 600!
We 'bout that big cash, pull up in them big Jags
I'll smack your b*tch ass then feel on your b*tch ass
Shout out to Calico. I'm bout my money
That b*tch showing her camel toe put di*k all in her stomach
I f*ck her front and back and then I tried to make her vomit
These n*ggas ain't bout no beef, n*gga I ain't never runnin'
Got a chopper and a Glock knock a n*gga out his socks
Man free my n*gga Boosie I might break that n*gga out
You know what I'm about, play games you get popped
Ask some n*ggas who had played with me that time they got shot
My hood about that murder. That's right them n*ggas will serve ya
I rapped that gangster sh*t These n*ggas thought I was commercial
I'm in the V.I.P and b*tch you know I got the burner
My n*gga Threefy in the DJ booth smokin' that purple
Ay bay bay. Lil mama wanna flick then call me Ray J
That's I got that [machine-gun sounds] AK
That sh*t I say it be for real you for play play
You's a faggot ass n*gga you shanaynay
Play some games I'mma nut up like a pay day
And I got all these hoes poppin', or riding in my old school rims steady choppin'. I got that f*ckin' whopper like my name Bin Laden