Ahh, Youuu! (Freestyle)

My rhymes really, really got crack in it Make me wanna smack them, gotta put some back in it Money on some biggie cause I'm really feeling fat with it Looking like a Thursday way I put some back in it, crack in it Real nigga, I'll fold you Make em double think like they got cold shoes Tell em that I'm winter fresh and that I'm still the best Feeling like DJ Khaled in '02 Nigga, catch the f*ck up, you losing These bars ain't simple, still ruthless I do it, get done in advance, I am yo daddy, you still on them boosters That shit ain't real, bitch you boosting In the club, my song what they boosting I'll pop up and f*ck up ya plans I am the winner, you just remain losing These silly rap niggas ain't shit Ain't worth all the crack that ya mama smoke, bitch (aye) Nah, I ain't holding ya hand So back the f*ck up, better slip on a mitten (huh) Name one of em fucking with me I double the bag, I ain't talking the C I am the senator, ender her, JOAT is not regular, slide on a beat like a fucking Avenger Try to attack me, I'm back and I'm better-er Pen game is always gon' eat You should be taking the plea You gon' be begging me, please Buffing my ruby, da sleeze Niggas birds, flexing in the burbs And they in a hearse Such a shame, nigga lost his life cause he thought he gang Niggas steady switching sides Red dot on your mind Like Beyonce Let me sashay, got my chest out like I'm Dolly And, my name big, need a dolly F*ck what you heard, it's what I say You on coco, now you wildin And if I pop out, know I'm wildin', nigga If I see a nigga, break a nigga, shake a nigga, make a nigga Really run his pockets if he ever try to take it, nigga Big JOAT on him, if he ever try to play, nigga Crying to yo daddy and yo mammy cause I bitched a nigga R.I.P. Damn, really killed a nigga Cause I got heat, damn, and I burned the nigga? Bitch, at me, blast, if I pull the trigger Know it's time to pay me if I'm throwin' up my middle finger Time to clock out, bitch, you old and played With them tired-ass rhymes and the songs you sang Android, really giving burnt out Hit em with a goodbye, like the way that Sam sung More than a nine, go and add you a one Add you another, get ready to run Calling them opps on yo team Mine toting the beam, they might get the blasting for fun Dirty bitches pimped out Fucking on the same, then sleep on his couch Crying on the gram, they reaching for clout F*ck you and respect, accepting handouts All in the cam, bruh is a fan I'm built, and you Bobby, that nigga that can Smoking these niggas, so roll me the blunt Body on tea and the face is on cunt Lil' bitch And that's just how we gon' leave it