Birthday Freestyle lyrics

[Chorus]
These b*tches love this sh*t
We selling drugs and sh*t
Like a pharmacist
We form the mother b*tch
I'm a thug lil b*tch
Show no love lil b*tch
We love hugging bricks
No more [?]
No more sucker sh*t
Keep a gun on hip
These n*ggas playing both sides
This that gutta b*tch
I can trust my dogs
Never trust a b*tch
I'ma ball on 'em
Slam dunkin' b*tch

[Verse 1]
Hey why these n*ggas playing games?
Why they acting like they gang, b*tch we know you lame
Face [?] A1, don't need no chain
Don't need to throw up a sign, b*tch they know that I'm game
It's nightmare, Elm Street
n*ggas running, n*ggas ducking, shoot that bird beak
Catch a baby when he sleep
b*tch when she going to work
Grandma when she go to church
This is war pus*y n*gga
Should've stayed sleeping, Godzilla in the water
I clothesline a shark
Beef to me is art
They calling me the God of War, I came to rip your heart out
Pull up on 'em personal, gotta do it surgical
Tie you up and torture you
n*gga that's what bosses do
Call your friends and call your goons
n*gga that's what workers do
I'ma handle all mines myself, it's personal
I said it's personal
Lil b*tch I said it's personal