Freestyle lyrics

[Verse]
Catch that top, yea, get that guap then
In the A I'm murda man, I'm sliding round' with Fox theen
[?] got that 300 blackout, he like dot let's block bend
Slide up on him, let off shots, he cold from that hot sh*t
My n*ggas gon' spin spin spin, till they nauseous
When you lack, b*tch you die, move with precaution
In a scat with bug my n*gga light, he on some off sh*t
b*tch this ain't no f*cking vine, we put sh*t in a coffin
This b*tch let me f*ck, she like my swag and I got bands
All these n*ggas want me dead, so have that drac' down when I land
After shows they wanna link I'm with Q3 b*tch, bring your friend
She know I know she a freak, let her eat the meat then a b*tch slid
30 thousand, put that on yo mans, they gon' bring him in
Rap capping, n*ggas talking bout' some sh*t they never did
We bout' action, everytime they post up, b*tch we went and slid
He clout rapping, we gon' make his ass pay for what he said
Robin jeans came with the wings b*tch, I paid 1200 for the pants
Talking bout' head tops, I'ma take it there let the switch off n*gga dance
Oh he out his top on clubhouse, I pulled up n*gga ran
b*tch we catch bodies for a living ain't sh*t silly n*gga we ain't playing
Ay, I might blow through 50k, come through with that dirty drac'
Marco Polo n*ggas hide, bring yo' ass outside and play
What you did when uh-uh died, nah, I ain't gon' say his name
Say you smoke my brother, bronem let that cutta' bust his brain
All these b*tches f*ck for fame, all these b*tches know my name
Talking get your partner hit, bro spinning sh*t like hurricane
Bend that b*tch and hit that switch, he fall then it's a dirty game
RW Ku I'm bloody b*tch these f*ck n*ggas know I bang that gang
Pick him up that n*gga falling, he got hit with blicks
Bronem tryna hit the plug, say he got bout' fifty bricks
Coming out that club n*gga, we gon' let them fifties hit
Crack got hit all in his face, call that n*gga 50 Cent
We gon' show no love, pullin' up let them semis hit
30 ball a dub, them young Ku's come through wrecking sh*t
No I'm not yo' cuz, b*tch I'm blood so correct that sh*t
Uhh, wanna be down for them, f*ck it, bronem stretch the b*tch
Outta my mind, n*gga cross that line then he gon' meet death and sh*t
He, ain't got time, n*gga blowed that iron at shh he felt the sh*t
Pulled out racks and melt the b*tch, I be on some selfish sh*t
Let me in that pus*y b*tch you bet' not let no goofy hit
Ay, we love stamping sh*t, I be fresh like peppermint
It ain't about that money, b*tch don't call it's irrelevant
Damn, we just smoked yo' dawg, now that n*gga heaven sent
Choppa hit his head he fall, n*gga lost all 7 sense
Skirted off, that n*gga hit, got the rod out tryna bait a fish
Chase a n*gga down then we get it lit, drop a murda bag, these all blicks
Broke ass n*gga don't call sh*t, bend they block with all di*ks
Switches up on everything so ain't no way we all miss
Smoking dead opps, I do that often
Tryna pass this grabba back, this new pack got me coughing
Said he did what to who, sh*t that's when he lost me
How you smoking Ralo when we put Mitch in a coffin
f*ck it, get a n*gga bought then, 30 on me when I walked in
Dead n*gga round we gon' bang that heat
Homicide, bring that chalk in
Shoot a opp n*gga right in his teeth, bet a f*ck n*gga won't talk then
All you b*tch ass n*ggas want beef, f*ck it make that call then
[Outro]
n*gga know I'm gang gang to the death man
I don't give a f*ck what a n*gga talking about
We gon' come, we gon' come, we gon' come again n*gga (SRT on every Glock)
Glah, n*gga, can't run from a drac', boa (SRT on every Glock)