Tiff Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
What's up, you b*tch-ass n*ggas? It’s your girl ****, I'm here with my n*gga, GoldLink, and he's about to... he finna freestyle
Ahahaha b-b-b-baaaa
Let’s get it

[Verse]
Yeah, rappin' to feed all my future children
Sexy Black rapper who tryna plank on a million
But I won't give a f*ck 'bout sh*t until a billion
And all my n*ggas 'round me can talk about ridin' spinners
With the windows down, blastin' the heat, in the sunroof chillin'
Until that feelin’, I’m never gonna forget my dealings
n*ggas tried to jump us, I never forget the feelin'
A month later got gunned down, they caught him slippin’
Karma's a b*tch, poor man to rich, I
Two to a four, four to a six, I
Honorable n*ggas who turned to a snitch, wow
Money on heads and diamonds on wrists, blaow
Top ten baddest, the realest done had him, it's that real
Fake smile, flat chest shawty, but boy, that ass real
Sex appeal, shorty a hottie, that sh*t is mad still
With sharp heels, that's a bad deal
Poppin’ wheelies got n*ggas up in the 6
Connected to the border, they let me smuggle my sticks
Flew to Bompton, Cali, and me and Worthy just clicked
I live a life like Michael and keep it purple like Prince
Keep like seven with me, got n*ggas callin' me Vick
[Outro]
Yo bro, I just wanna say thank you, bro! I've been waitin', the time is finally here. We workin'. Shout out my haters, I made it, b*tch-ass n*ggas