NEW NEW (Freestyle)

J-R3MI on his shit Fiesta_boi on the track I got a new whip, with new kicks This is new shit Hop in the booth, I’m ‘bout to truth spit Blue tint on my yeezy’s and my too-thick Windows ‘cause I’m ridin’ around with bullets Flyin’ around, bouncin’ right off my windshield Motherfuckers fuckin’ with me, these bitches been killed If we talkin’ ‘bout money, they makin’ zilch, nill While I’m stackin’ my paper up to the rich ceilin’ If we talkin’ ‘bout bitches, these chicks is gettin’ reeled-in I’m a magnet to the opposite sex I got the swagger when I walk in my vest Ain’t nobody fuckin’ wit’ him I make all these rappers quitters Every day, I’m gettin’ bitter I don’t need a squad of hitters Why? I’ll knock a bitch out for talkin’ shit He’ll wanna skip town But he won’t get the chance ’cause I’ma rip out His fuckin’ legs and kick him up in his head He’ll roll around in a puddle of blood This motherfucker’s playin’ dead, as if I was dumb He might as well be ‘cause there’s nowhere to run You know I’m sick when I did this just for fun I gotta set an example not to f*ck with an animal You’ll get fucked up quick and fed to my nana’s Gull Dong You fucked with the wrong man now Oh shit, looks like that’s another man down Oh well, guess you reap what you sow Motherfuckers don’t think about that ‘fore they go Runnin’ they mouths across town, drinking Moe’s Oh look, we reached the end of the road I guess it’s time that this tale-of-violence book should be closed