quick lil freestyle by my youngin

Daniel you a pussy boy, why you had to look runnin Had you runnin' from the ops, I had you runnin' with my gunnin No, I came up from the big B's, pussy boy, they big C's If you wanna go catch me on the net, I'm railin' big B's If you wanna go catch me by the corner store, 500 block Your ass finna get blowed like pop smoke Y'all better not go talkin' phone in there, I'm like Pablo This ain't no cash, there ain't no rap shit My niggas on there drillin' shit Hold up, wait a minute, had your fat boy Jacob runnin Had you runnin' for your momma, go and pick up a little gun or somethin When we blow you, damn, them hollow tips and they go runnin No, it ain't no glock, it ain't no Smith, pussy boy, you runnin Listen, ay, I don't even know why you be actin' like lil' NBA Young boy, you ain't really even on shit Lil' Lester, pussy boy, you finna go and pick up another sticks Cause when I beat you once, don't beat you twice, I bring it for the ends Listen, I don't rap about that old shit Yo, Daniel, we is talkin' bout you I don't even know why you explain about you Cause you just a pussy boy, askin' your lil' ma for help Yeah, I'm finna