Tyga Freestyle | L.A. Leakers Freestyle #073 lyrics

[Verse]
n*gga, call me a G.O.A.T., don't call it a comeback
Seven million records, nine months, where Soulja at?
I could make the same song, b*tches still play that
Run around saying that you made me, why you say that?
And I make them b*tches flock to me like A.S.A.P
And I had to Amber Rose the top of the Maybach
AE, why they hate that? Where the Bay at?
Time is money, can’t let a broke b*tch waste that
In L.A., them n*ggas be famous for a day
I don't chase clout, I just pull in Chase Bank
I got taste kush indica, the sh*t so stank
A n*gga sent me a song, thought that sh*t was a prank
And I mean it in a bad way
And your b*tch hit me up every Saturday
And I'm busy with your friend, try another day, uh
I start my own wave then I ride the wave
Baby don’t be sassy, nothin' don't pass me
Diamond cross, baptist, pray to me, marry me
A non-superficial thing, can't wait 'til we meet
Hunnid large for the verse, I done did three this week
Hot n*gga, so close but he still out of reach
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, uh
Do what thou wilt, what you think?
Platinum first day, the album on creep
[Outro]
Motherf*cker
Said the album on creep
Yeah, LA leak, let that flow sink
Yeah, let that beat breath
Goddamn Thotiana do it on her knees, yeah