Dead Man Freestyle

Uh-huh, ayy Doll Why'd I go crazy on this shit? Uh, what? (Run that up, Rico) Stupid ass (uh, what?) Bitches ain't know shit Talkin like you gangster, you a dead man Yeah, I'm on that, been on that Ayy, you niggas ain't my niggas So when you see me, ayy, don't talk to me I was in Toronto with some bitches on a private beach You speaking on my pockets when I'm up This pussy talk for me I ain't going back and forth with bitches who don't wanna meet He gon' whoop that cash out, bitch, I got my hand out I don't give no f*ck about no ho because I stand out He gon' bring them bands out I'ma bring my friends out We just want the money Tryna love me? Nigga, sit down Bad bitch, money getter, pocket spender Nigga telling me he love me, wanna take me out to dinner I don't want him, I don't need him Best believe that, I mistreat him In his pocket, like a wallet, make your nigga take me shopping Dick ain't loyal if he fucking bitches by the boatload He gon' wanna blame it on his homie, that a bro code Since that nigga stank me, I been on that straight beast mode They scream, "Asian Doll" when I'm shopping out in Soho Crude bitch, pool dip, you can't trust a bitch with loose lips He lookin' like my boo, bitch, money longer than a pool stick Niggas fake, niggas flop Prostitute bitch, can't f*ck the opp G'd up like some Gucci socks You wanna see this coochie pop Dead man If you rich and if you clutching, you a dead man If you talking like you gangster, you a dead man Tryna run up like you crazy, then you dead man Dead man Walk it how I talk it Pocket swole' up with her dead friends Rockin' on these niggas, cold hearted bitches feel me Roll a ounce, smoke a ounce, waiting on the mail man Bitch, you talking like you with it, you a dead man Ayy Talking my motherfuckin' shit Bitches ain't on shit Niggas ain't on shit Ain't gon' never gon be on shit F*ck