chin check freestyle

Ayo, even if my name was Natalie Nunn, these bitches still couldn't chin-check Niggas be cappin, don't know how to drill I'ma keep stacking till I touch a mill Don't play with my niggas, they itchin' to kill Don't play in his face, brodie fresh off a drill I'm in the trap, countin' it up Bad lil' bitch tryna f*ck in the truck Fucking and dipping like I'm in a rush He cappin' in raps just to get him a buzz I'm counting up money, these niggas be funny But she said she love me, 'member they ain't love me I pop out the flyest, even when I'm bummy I pop out trim, dick in her tummy I was fucked up back then, they ain't want me I had a bad bitch, she told me she love me But that shit cap, what you want from me Niggas turned rats so, stay away from me Like, oh my God, free Sos, free Mulla Side one shot, big bro, gon' do ya Beam on the G, bro, hit you medulla You not even P, we can see right through ya Niggas in stu's, talkin' that cap All face shots, get hit, don't lack You gon' see how we spin when we slide in that track Don't try to run off, get hit in your back When I'm in the trap, I'm Herbert da Ferb I got all the lows, just give me the word I got highs too, nigga, f*ck what you heard I got high standards, not fuckin' with Birds I got a whip now, 'member back of the bus Gettin' it off, like I be in a rush I can't trust enough, it can't be no us As soon as you f*ck up, you'll go with the dust Bitches on TV channelin' me From Red Ruby to Chun-Li Bitches on TV channelin' me From Red Ruby to Chun-Li Bitches on TV channelin' me From Red Ruby to Chun-Li