NOT REAL FREESTYLE

In the dark trees that glow And I'll see you And you'll see me And I'll see you In the branches that blow Niggas ain't real they switching sides Like they work with a type c Ooh, scratch, got this new thot Gonna f*ck her in the backseat Damn, pussy must run the world or somethin' the way y'all lovin on Mary Jane This shit, gon' end in flames Switchin' up to two door coupe switch lanes Back in, she can't f*ck with Half of y'all niggas Cause half of y'all niggas Is has been's step back Leave a brick for that nigga He got no heat Thought his name Haslam Damn, I'm boutta murder this shit Uh, I'm boutta Shmurda this shit Uh, she got mad spice So she gotta shake them hips Okay, like, this This bitch is a trick She spinnin' on poles' and shit You think that she totin' shit Then she lookin' at me like You sure you ain't write this shit Like did you type the shit I gotta light itch in my head Or somethin' like I'm findin' a lice and shit I think pussy must run the world the way it's grippin shit Bitch Niggas be talking about bitches and chicks 'cause it makes the hits Is you rappin' for lust Is you rappin' for love I can't pick the shit Mm, thottie on thottie I'm boostin' my level Somethin' like multiply You a trick for the bitch If she call you for war You're ready to just die Switch it I'm back on my love shit How the f*ck You fuckin' with him When he's supposed to be On our dove shit If I leave this shit like this you gon' call me back On some f*ck shit like, damn Ain't you my ride or die We don't die, we multiply Two X's on the end for the chest Look both ways Case the signs might pass you by Bitch Damn Blah Blah, blah Gin, Gin, Gin K, I'm boutta Rappin' on this shit One more time Just like this She got love All in them handles She got love All in them hips She got love for a nigga That don't even love her Back that shit, don't click Is you rappin' for lust Is you rappin' for love F*ck, that suck my dick