On to the Next One (Freestyle) lyrics

Hmm, that was interesting
What's that genre called?
UK drill, okay uh
It kinda sound like Chicago drill though
Sound like some DJ L sh*t
You know DJ L? You heard DJ L? yeah
Uh uh yeah
Lets see how long I could rap
Lets see how long they could act
I was just up in the trap
I had my gun in my lap
I shoot a n*gga like crabs
I shake up, I don't do dab
Run up on me then i run up on him with that chopper he hittin' the lab
I add it up I add the bodies up that is the aftermath
Up in school he wanna fight, I beat him up after class
Then I meet at the next class and beat him up after that
I had the last laugh
Bombin' like Baghdad, where my dad at?
Guess he a bad dad, that was his last chance
I am the last man, they killed everyone of my n*ggas
I am the last man, this is the last stand, I got the big bands
Ayy, I could rap on anything, married to a wedding ring yuh
Need a crown I been the king yuh, n*ggas funny, Jerry Spring-yuh
I don't got time for it nuh, i just write time for it yuh
Pull up on him, god damn, I'm a up the odd got a nine for it yuh
I feel like a chiropractor when i get it crackin' I'ma crack a spine
I'm a f*ck a b*tch so good, she gon' let me hit it from behind yuh
Matter fact I pull up on you wit' a chopper to yo brain and change your mind yuh
I'm at the top of the top, but it's still more to climb yuh
I change the climate, pull up on him I'm shining
Two tone skeleton A.P on the way rolly diamonds
n*ggas talkin' down to me, but all this n*ggas under me
Actin' like some pirates, cause they tryna rob and plung-e me
But I ain't got no time, I just got my 40, and I got your shawty
Off of the molly, up in the party, she actin' naughty
I tell her sorry I cannot f*ck, I wanna play her like an Atari
I just made [?], gotta go to Paris, coolin' with [?] yuh
Vlone on me uh yeah, Revenge on me yuh ayy, that's your homie
I may kill him f*ck your homie yuh ayy, that's by my lonely
Only wanted me no cloney, I can't f*ck her if she not thick, 'cause I really
Don't f*ck with the boneys
Yeah hmm
f*ck 12, I don't f*ck wit' the police
These n*ggas, fake friends, hatin', thinkin' that they know me
I got the force like Obi-Wan, last name Kenobi
Course I'm with a white b*tch, still catching the nose bleeds