freestyle (feat. otscamo)

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Just like I'm Teen X I'm off of the drugs (xman) Shawty said I'm way too fly, she showing me love (yeah) I was countin' up bands, I was running it up We had shot at your mans, now he fly with the doves I'm shooting .556, .223's it won't miss (huh) All black Prada my hat, all black Prada my bitch (Prada my what?) Balenciaga Boots, I could step inside the trenches My name all on her booty, but I won't make her Mrs. (nah, huh huh) My money dumb, my money stupid If you seen the way I make that chopper work, you know I ain't the one to fool with Two years ago I made Enormity yeah, I was too lit Lil shawty said "Be my man Xay," huh, nah I'm coolin' Lil shawty was all in my pants, Lil shawty was grabbin' my dick I put an all black fit on, just to pop my shit (huh, pop my shit) VETEMENTS pants (VETEMENTS pants) diamond wrist (diamond wrist) Steroid boots, huh, I'm on rockstar shit Just like I'm Teen X I'm off of the drugs (xman) Shawty said I'm way too fly, she showing me love (yeah) I was countin' up bands, I was running it up We had shot at your mans, now he fly with the doves I'm shooting .556, .223's it won't miss (huh) All black Prada my hat, all black Prada my bitch (Prada my what?) Balenciaga Boots, I could step inside the trenches My name all on her booty, but I won't make her Mrs. (nah) I'm a fashion demon, fashion killa She don't worry bout bread, cause I got cash, she know I'm that nigga Got the hoe doing the dance to my tracks, like it's a Triller They see Camo wear all black, yeah, "I guess he a dark lil figure" And I just be poppin' these tags And all these bitches got ass No we don't worry 'bout these niggas, they get passed And Imma only hit on that bitch if she got class I got big raver pants, big jeans, look like I sag High fashion (jueya) Big bags (yeah) Rock Balenciaga out the studio, I could brag (ha, ha) Just like I'm Teen X I'm off of the drugs (xman) Shawty said I'm way too fly, she showing me love (yeah) I was countin' up bands, I was running it up We had shot at your mans, now he fly with the doves I'm shooting .556, .223's it won't miss (huh) All black Prada my hat, all black Prada my bitch (Prada my what?) Balenciaga Boots, I could step inside the trenches My name all on her booty, but I won't make her Mrs. (nah)