Monster (freestyle) lyrics

by

Quilly


[Verse: Quilly]
5 am why is these smokers still Callin?
n*ggas tried to take me out the game Im still Ballin
2500 for a verse is what im chargin
Next month its gonn be a dime no Bargin I been
di*kin down ya b*tch from the rear
I been plottin on ya b*tch all year
Circle small cuz you n*ggas all squares
12 for the sweatsuit n*gga this my ball gear
I put my b*tches on Uber
I put my n*ggas on pus*y
Im tryna build a empire my b*tch badder than Cookie
I mean hot as Taraji that pus*y wet as Dasani
Sellin percs in the lobby I been exchanging Armani
I send the money to Jails my n*gga buy you some suits
My n*gga just came home Im bouta buy him some boots
Im bouta do it real big n*gga gimme the loot
E and Reds Wit Truck Im bouta get me a coupe
On the Road to Riches goin to Jail was my worst route
Tell ya b*tch we still got the sour and them percs out
Pocket full of blue faces make me pull the smurfs out
Just hit the gym on you b*tches and that workout
Rappers washed up bubble bath get a tub for em
n*ggas wanna live my lifestyle Young Thug on Em
Killin these n*ggas Life support pull the plug on em
I ain't really where i wanna be but I buzzed on Em
17 I was on the Greyhound
My oldhead really flew them birds in from A-Town
I came up Cuz I stayed down
I made 20 thousand dollars in a playground
Pill flippa, cake gaina
I serve n*ggas, curve b*tches like waist trainas
I put my Lawyer on his Feet
Marshawn Lynch Im a Beast
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