droppin' bombs freestyle

He started it up We in here arguing man Look I got Savo2x to the left AET my gang, Gee Baby still the name I ain't changing shit Look I'm dropping bombs Iwo Jima, I'm a soulja not no boy Diamonds shining round my neck the baby think my shit a toy If you knew what I'm about you'd never overstep the boy Forty like alarm clocks it like to make a lot of noise Ain't no running I'ma spark like a match man Your music Kobe paperball in a trash can Collect my check and eat em all like I'm PacMan The pussy leaking through her draws need no cat scan So if it's up no I can't quote, ain't no cliches I see the bullshit through my buffs but they clear frames I'm only pressed about the green I don't need fame I roll a wood it keep me calm, yeah I need Jane Let's sweep a street, broom action befo niggas pose a threat I got niggas who ain't starting but they scoring off the bench Summertime but I'm so cold its feeling like winter again Pussy wet but I ain't never had no problem getting drenched I'm dropping bombs, causing harm wit my arms bear em all In the club I see dimes, super fine droppin jaws AET I'm wit my guys we gone ball til we fall Copped some brand new McQueens she forgot all my flaws Stepping in Alexander McQueens yeah lil bitch I be the Don That my sniper over there ain't see em creepin back there huh She don't wear no underwear, let's get straight to business huh All y'all get is Mickey Dee's, Savo got yo Benihanas Mr. Get Back Mula known to kick yo door Tre tell ya get back Like Luda cold wit that big fro No sense in fake daps Just keep yo hugs right at the door You niggas been cap Way before Lids became a store No pyramids but I'm scheming I just need that paper dawg Why yall hugging on the people who ain't got no faith in y'all Ain't the tallest motherfucker so my money stack it tall Athlete before the hustle you could pass me any ball Struggling to keep it going, you content wit every fall DND, just dominos, making bread wit every call David Ruffin to you niggas, Otis they ain't come for y'all Got some rounds for you niggas if you think we bout to brawl I'm dropping I was gone stop right there but I still ain't done with that Yeah Ain't gone leave the beat for y'all to hear so let me bring it back All my songs drop like bombs, another Japanese attack Spend my money any day cause I know I'ma get it back I-I ain talking bout no ribs when I say I want a rack GPS be fucking up can't tell where Gee at on the map Riding wit them grams on me got em in my culdesac I'm on my FaceTime wit Mula spent a week inside the trap That's the difference we want money all y'all want is finger taps I'm talking likes on a post I get hoes but don't boast I take time in my notes From my dome yes I wrote Tweak wit me and be a ghost It get bumpy on them slopes I made 30 last year now I'm trying to make some mo How you bummed out quick, but designer on ya coat I'd rather buy a new crib, put some tiling on the floor And I could buy a new whip but my mama need some mo Dr-Drop a check like a bomb, they don't bounce bitch they blow I'm gone