FREESTYLE

Niggas on my top, that's ironic Worried about me, but his pockets got cronic You can say he a boss, but his whip need to jump Say he got gas, but he ride it on E, that's fuckin' sonic Shorty got a attitude, she fuckin' toxic Still let me beat like I dropped some fuckin' knowledge Bando in the mix like mayo and mustard I don't do beef, I just triple my budget Mama said chill, but I'm turn up still They throwin' shade, but I'm stackin' my bills Pull up to the school with a fan in the hallway They treatin' me like I just signed a deal They callin' me extra like cheese on a burger Still gettin' paid just to rhyme like a server She said I'm bull, I said nah, I'm a obserrvant Told her this drip, ain't from earth, it's imported I'm in my zone like a parent in fuckin' work He talkin' crazy online, but in person he flirt Made a song and the school bersek Got the teachers like, Bando, you better not curse Niggas in my business like I'm trendin Worried about my flow, better check your fuckin' mentions Phone on DND like I'm lock in a mission Only time I press is if I'm printin I'm too slick with it, tick-tock, click with it Say a wild bar, now these kids wanna stick with it She post quotes from my raps like a scripture One bar hit, now she beggin' for a picture Youngin' with the hustle like I own my stock You in my comments, that's fan talk Say he don't like me, that's a fuckin' cap He still know my verse like a fuckin' ringtone drop Niggas on my top, that's ironic Whole time I'm tellin' chillin wit a goddess Goin' viral, but I'm movin' modest In my wallet, look like a fuckin' with the college Nigga, bitch, bitch, bitch