I Told Von No Adlibs/Free YSL

Aye. Aye man Yo we, we ain't gone do no preparation for this one We just gone cut the mic on and just GO! Foenem grave Outside wit the Bloods and Crips JahWicc was just inna Dip Man that boy been gone too long Swear to God cant wait til' he home like Get down walk up hit his dome twice No snub, know we Totin' on them long pipes If you run man it's finna be a long night Cuz you know i'm chasing you all night When they ran it ain't never been a long night Cuz you know the lil Glizzy got good sights Going 20 for 20 like good eyes Throw the brick in the pot like cooked rice And I cut it with the dog now it look nice Dumb nigga pulled up, payed full price And I'm bacc in the Hood finna play dice 639 R.I.P my Crodie Ayeeeee, Aye Said you getting money? Nigga gotta show me It's a lot of fake hunnits, I aint with that Somebody come show me where the flats be Cuz I made niggas ran like too deep Me and Bro 4 poles that's 2 each Plus I took a L in the Bino like last week Ayeee, Aye 2 Racks man I'm finna put it past me Bro crazy throwing bullets right past me All the pills disappear like magic And you ain't getting 1 bitch stop asking Stop talking nigga show me that action I told Von ion want no adlibs Ayeeee, aye I told Von ion want no adlibs Ayeee, yeah I told Von ion want no adlibs Aye, aye, yeahhh I told Von ion want no adlibs Ayeee I told Von ion want no adlibs And, Von what the f*ck is wrong with ya mic, like Brodie, Brodie it's I don't even f… Alright, come on Brodie it's up I'm high off a bean I'm blessing the bank she get fly off of me Stuck in the kitchen I'm whipping the cream Because he my brother she F*ck him for free Run it up, run it up You speak on my brother get put on a tee I was so broke had to shop at the Flea Cant come in my crib, gotta tap in the v That pussy so good, I brought her a mink My brother came home then I brought him a freak Ayee, I brought out my chain so I turn on the sink I brought out the chops, now ya bro on the street She look back say Jah what you doing to me I got the racks, it look like you losing to me Oh that's ya bitch? She look like a groupie to me Aye, I hit it for free So I can't complain She all on my dick, she saying my name Ran outta words had to switch up the beat She all in the pick had to crop out the B