Freestyle

We banged at his top for talking to hot We spinning wit 30s an 40s and Glocks He claiming that p'z he bound to get shot Believe it or not I keep me a chop All of the thots they come to the block She hearing Evona she popping a titty Think ima bitch boy come get up wit me 100 round drum but dis bitch carry 50 Ima top app in my city Youngest in charge in my city He said that he jackin what My ootas goin flock at his way Send couple shots where he lay None of my niggas don't play We spinning broad day Bullets goin heat up his face This 45. tuck to my waist GRR GRR ayee It get spooky I bet you you I shoot me a movie I'm fiening to catch me a body On bro Bet I leave wit a Homi Just know a few killas behind me She a Treesh little bitch tried to line me Don't trust no bitch that's oppy (Don't trust no bitch that's oppy GRR GRR Aye) No I don't wanna f*ck shawty come here an just give me the sucks Little bro he lacked on the porch ran up (Bow) we upin the score We upin the score none of my opps aint spinning nomo (No they aint spinning nomo, None of my oppsaint spinning nomo) Tyy Bandzzz he a oota for real Get the drop on the opps and he drilling for real Tecca he keep em a steal He been in the field he sliding for real TySav goin bang at yo top That lil nigga shootin till yo body drop Croc dat nigga a demon Run up and snatch all yo shii for no reason EBK I feel like a demon F*ck all the opps and f*ck what you claiming Couple my niggas they banging throwing up B's few of em blazing Send 5 I'm sending back 10 empty the clip right at ya mans Suck my dick ya niggas is fans caught em in traffic you know dat he ran Three different niggas laying in piss all of em dead dead in my spliff They sayin EC just chill I'm thuggin for real I been in the field Everything dead keep one In the head beam on the blick it came wit a stick Roll em up right in a spliff smoke em to the bone damn clip I Pray to the Lord for all of my sinning why do I feel like a villain We spinning an spinning an spinning an spinning bullet goin f*ck up his vision Im chasing the guwap an no I can't stop yea on the way to the top Jump out gang we pop out the cut my niggas they shootin for fun That nigga he moving real shady think he the feds say hi to my gun GRR GRR Aye Lemme chill ya niggas better clutch ya a steal You never know shit can get real Dat nigga a pussy he squealed My gun go GRR GRR GRR Boom Bet you those bullets he feel