4am Freestyle

Ayy Ayy Four in the morning a young nigga up Got to get to some money Gotta stack me sum bucks I was just peepin' So I started clutchin' If they get the reachin' This nena start bussin' It's end of discussion Stains like sum tussin' I love that lil' Russian Cause that bitch a Ruger I be in yo' dream like I'm Freddy Kruger Two to the medulla we iced em' like jewelers I hit the gas now watch me take off Im GMG the shit I wear cost And nah I ain't trippin' cause bitch Ima boss If she ain't suckin' she gotta get lost Skrt' off and leave em blowin smoke out the exhaust Niggas be plotting they try to get you crossed But whole time be pussy they really be soft They typing and woofin' behind Microsoft Come get in these streets And get you sum money I don't beef with you niggas You be broke and bummy Run up them numbers I'm in love with that money Think I'm Westbrook How I come with the thunder We lay it up We don't shoot jumpers It's bound to go up Got sum snipers like hunters Took me a steamer I was cuttin' some corners I stay strapped Like a baby in a stroller Who is dude My niggas gone roll em' Beat em' like Jody We baby boy'd em' (Ayy) (Ayy) Cause I see the opps in they party Ima' drop the top Give em' smoke like I'm Marley (Ugh) (ugh) They like how I sauce and move I'm back in the stu' Beat a nigga ass Till he black and blue You ain't gotta flex We know you smokin yo' moves Flexin to hoes Tryna be cool Lil' bro you a fool I can take yo bitch And show you what to do (Ah) Like this Young nigga I Ball Like my name Chris Paul It's mr Jay Finesse her out them draws She suck so long she lockin' her jaws When I dive in I be stretchin' her walls When she need dick I'm the one she call Boa you ain't no soldier you not standin' tall We roll like a boulder we will knock you off You not in the game you not callin' no calls Nigga you a lame heard you fuckin with law Nah Ain't fucking with law Nah don't f*ck with yal' Four in the morning a young nigga up Got to get to some money Gotta stack me sum bucks I was just peepin' So I started clutchin' If they get the reachin' This nena start bussin' It's end of discussion Stains like sum tussin' I love that lil' Russian Cause that bitch a Ruger I be in yo' dream like I'm Freddy Kruger Two to the medulla we Iced em' like jewelers I hit the gas now watch me take off Im GMG the shit I wear cost And nah I ain't trippin' cause bitch Ima' boss If she ain't suckin' she gotta get lost Skrt' off and leave em blowin smoke out the exhaust Niggas be plottin' they try to get you crossed But whole time be pussy they really be soft They typing and woofin' behind Microsoft (Ayy) Bitch Lil' shit