DRIVE-THRU FREESTYLE

Bitch that aint my name Call my by my government I tell you get the train F*ck up out the spot If you ain't runnin w the gang That's just how the ball bounce On some boss shit Hit the pound call my dawgs out Take a walk Its diff rules round here You come round You gon need a visa Said her name lisa When she come Hit it raw thats Bitch number one Hoe two comin later Fo she leave I make her cum Thats 451 mama Drop it like its hot 2 B drop Then we gotta hit the spot Baby run some brain For the gang Street walkers She gon run brain Keep me fed Move em like the Walkin dead When I move thru silent We don't get shook We don't book it from no sirens Mob ties They be movin on timing Get a boy bucked Then we on stage wyldin Yo A that's peace Is we ridin Link me in the 65 Fire in booth Man I been up Ever since a jit Shit ever since my pockets Had lint and a couple rupees To buy some ice pops Now im a microphone fiend Got a studio in my bag Anyplace any time I let the mic drop St Josephs 3rd St Where the goons at (Magane gothallva) F*ck around hit pound And get your shit popped 65 new rhymes Speak mind no lies b city DJ boys will get you Chopped up Not on no gang shit But ill get you banged quick yeah I'm a petty mofucker Bitch back up Look at me the wrong way Specially on a bad day shit Ill take on two of yall With no backup Get smacked up But I ain't one to start shit I'm the nicest mofucker Till you act up (swear) That's just me tho And I bet you ain't gon see Another out here