Movie Freestyle

I shot a movie With choppas and uzis If niggas act fruity I pull up with clips like bananas rapped up in bandannas Put teks to his apple and turn his block to a smoothie I got a glock an stick an a pole No aiming my nigga, just lock and reload We came here for bodies We leaving with souls and don't leave no trace Yea we creep and dispose She hop on the beat, she leaving with Kaci I am a cheat, these niggas they hate me Where my location, I'm w yo lady You niggas be slim, you niggas be shady She wanna demon, her name Mercedes I gotta white girl from the 80's I ain't saying shit unless you pay me Watch out for 12, watch out for brady All this drip i cold i slip up the navy I took yo bitch an i drip up yo lady Good gas yea you know that I'm blazing Dumb bitch, but the head is amazing Backwoods, yea i stick to basics Day one, I don't no replacements Hey son, why u stealing my language Hold up, man these niggas is flagrant They took my fragrance and then tried to change it Put on my chain and u gone see the matrix Slide to bank kuz im finna break it When I'm in L.A, I'm in Jamaica I'm get paid and u getting paper You getting bread I am the baker Pull up from deep and I'm hitting the fader I'm finna float just look at the ice You niggas are broke I stay w a pipe You calling her over I'm spending the night I'd rather just shoot why you wanna fight Bitch u got the juice but i got the sprite I'm drowning in water bitch look at my right Now look at my left ouu baby I'm nice I'm picking the bricks up like I'm Dwight Bitch you a fool like ed ed n ed I stay with a tool and it's in the shed I caught the boy sleeping I'm wetting bed She think we fucking I'm getting the head She think i love her i leave her instead I'm on block w gang getting bread Baby i hear everything you said I got the packs fuk up the feds I get the bag i get the bread I'm finna brag kuz i'm the best I shot a movie With choppas and uzis If niggas act fruity I pull up w clips like bananas rapped up in bandannas Put teks to his apple and turn his block to a smoothie I got a glock an stick an a pole No aiming my nigga, just lock and reload We came here for bodies We leaving with souls and don't leave no trace Yea we creep and dispose