Show N Off Freestyle lyrics

f*ck all these n*ggas, they could eat a di*k, bar none
And I'm on the bar, so I'm telling these n*ggas on bar one
Double X L flow, n*gga I'm a one X
Flow first, guns next -- all these n*ggas is dumb sex
Shoot em in the face, then the chest, then the lungs next
One shot, one dead; n*gga, I'm a blunt-head gun-head
Bloodied up high -- that's dumb red
Stupid with the gun, getting money -- that's dumb bread
f*ck whoever's nice, f*ck whoever's not nice
f*ck about your whip, I pop you up at the stoplight
You saying what you like, I could tell you what you not like
You not nice, you not real
Yeah, I'm in the Ritz but I be on the block, still
Holding on the Glock, still
You don't want static
You might want to beep a n*gga, you don't want Static
I pull out the automatic
Shelter terminology
Peep the terminology
Twitter's the only time you better motherf*cking follow me
Unless you giving money out, something like the lottery
Plant you like some weed, or some motherf*cking pottery
Whoever said they was hard, n*gga, you owe a f*cking apology
Old head, young head
Yeah, it's blue steel, but I could make the gun red
Stick it in your guts the second after I pump lead
c*cksucker, disgusted with it
Holler back, n*gga, if you was f*cking with it
Yeah, you got a gun, but you pus*y and you ain't bucking with it
Motherf*cker