Ring The Bell Freestyle

Aye aye, aye Aye aye Let's go Aye aye Let's go let's go, aye Let's go let's go, aye I'm with my niggas Tubman, Harriet Yeah Got my team like a jersey On my back, I carry it Secretly they wanna be me These niggas living vicarious umm Rolling that loud I'm not hearing it umm I'm on the grind till I'm seeing the sun Little boy what did you think It ain't over till the fat bitches hitting high pitches And the pigs flying Got like 5 pigeons in the sky nigga Take a ride with him Till he die Did what I did to survive Now I gotta do more to keep going huh Dealt with the cards I'm holding uh All in never folding uh I'm a king need a Trojan uh Feeding these bitches my dick uh And the Lil chip on my shoulder uh Niggas taught me well, that I gotta learn by myself huh Jaguar and a Hellcat, only pussy that I felt huh As of today man we on it, charging Run it up for the problems, ganja Keeping it rolled for aroma, sauna Dripping dropping need caution, stop it I told her stop it I told them stop, aye I told them stop