Freestyle one take lyrics

[Verse]
They talkin' 'bout Nine this (What?)
They talkin' 'bout Nine that (Say what?)
Yeah, b*tch, I'm slimey as sh*t (Yeah, slatt)
Yeah, f*ck a rat
Yeah, f*ck a rat (Yeah, f*ck 'em)
Yeah, f*ck a rat (f*ck a rat)
Yeah, f*ck a rat (Say what?)
Yeah, f*ck a rat (What, Say what?)
I ain't even beefing with n*ggas, I'm f*ckin' on hoes likes everyday (No cap)
I cannot beef with you boys, you n*ggas be pus*y, okay (Okay)
sh*t, he wanna beef with lil Nine, I'm f*cking up his whole lace (n*gga what?)
Damn, this ho all in my goddamn powder, he just like O Lake (Okay)
On the phone with Ian, I'm on the phone with Ian (Slatt)
Bad b*tch wanna come f*ck all night, she tryna come suck my yen (My yen)
I'm finna be in Japan b*tch, I'm counting up all my yen (All my yen)
Leading up with this ho, I think this my main bеstfriend
She a freak, shе was tryna come f*ck in the studio (n*gga what?)
She's a freak, she was tryna f*ck me in the studio (n*gga what?)
n*ggas gay, they taking that sh*t in the bootyhole (Say what?)
That's my son, that n*gga stealing my flows (n*gga what?)
sh*t, long live the pope, I'm with Lil Gotit fo sure (Blatt)
3 Fingers up on a b*tch, I'm YSL ho (Let's go)
I got a bank roll, I walk with a bank roll
I got me a bank roll, I walk with a bank roll (What?)
They worrying 'bout my nails and my edges (And my edges)
I got more money than you, f*ck a peasant (n*gga, f*ck a peasant)
I got more weed than you, I ain't stressin' (Yeah, I ain't stressin')
I f*ck more hoes than you, you just sexting (What?)
You just sexting (What?)
Yeah, I'm f*cking that ho ain't no texting
Yeah, I'm f*cking that ho ain't no texting (Slatt)
On God, I beat a n*gga ass like Tekken (No cap)
I beat a n*gga ass like Tekken (pus*y), Dragon Ball Z
That b*tch a freak (Whoa)
She f*cking on me
She all in her knee
I'm posted, I'm posted. I'm posted
sh*t, I'm posted, sh*t
Hol' up, I'm posted (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah, I give her my motherf*cking di*k, shawty gonna throat it
I came in that bih with a blick, shawty might—
I came in that sh*t with a blick, shawty might score it (What? What?)
sh*t, shawty pull up with a line, shawty might pour it (Shawty might pour that off)
Shawty pull up with the line, shawty might pour it, okay (Shawty might)
I'm at the studio, n*gga be fried, n*gga ain't nothing (n*gga ain't nothing)
They talkin' 'bout me, they talkin' 'bout Nine, n*gga, give him some money (Give him some money)
Yeah, you so lame, your rap bro looking so funny (b*tch)
I wrap you outside like a mummy (Let's go)
These n*ggas be pus*y, they dummies (What?)
I—, sh*t, yeah, the—
Hol' up
Yeah, the beat off, I don't give a f*ck though
I still go acapella