In My Geness(freestyle)

Aye This the intro man when I say in my genes I'm saying like new year same team man same me But yea that loe shìt that's really just some shìt I stand on Like when I say loyalty over everything I'm saying like loyalty over this money Loyalty over this fame And loyalty over all that love shìt But it's family over everything fr Really tho That shìt ironic I got loose screws but I keep a tool It's only right to take a risk you either win or you lose I got a hundred bad bitches it's so hard for me to choose The bitches say my soul old I was listening to blues Why They keep saying that I'm lying like Pinocchio We Doing drills all through winter shìt sliding through the snow I'm Burning rubber tires bald look like doodie lo F*ck it walk the nigga down did the shìt before Blowing loud swear the wood a probably hurt your chest Mix in the fifty with the switchy cause it work the best I'm off a seventh Brody tweaking off the Percocets My bitch got friends for the gang we the perfect match Bitch love playing with my balls she can knock it out the park Momma know her baby special I survive without a heart Hop in a foreign for the vid can't even get this bitch to start Short funny nigga bitches thinking they was fucking Kevin heart Bitch you a dime in a dozen Had her crying saying that lil pussy mine but it wasn't Tryna shine ain't even take the chance to grind why you rushing I'll put the nine to a pussy nigga spine I ain't bluffing They wouldn't replying now the bitches hit my line all of a sudden I'm with niggas throwing 4s like they thumbs broke I Cross her legs hit from the side that's that one strokes Nigga claiming that he got a nine but he don't tote She suck it like a lollipop tell her don't choke I say girl drop that thun thun thun can you back it up Say can I beat it with free Willy or I gotta wrap it up I'm off the dusse and a wood she say that she had enough Do what you said in them messages when you was acting tough That shìt ironic I got loose screws but I keep a tool It's only right to take a risk you either win or you lose I got a hundred bad bitches it's so hard for me to choose The bitches say my soul old I was listening to blues Why They keep saying that I'm lying like Pinocchio We Doing drills all through winter shìt sliding through the snow I'm Burning rubber tires bald look like doodie lo F*ck it walk the nigga down did the shìt before