HE TRYNA RUN (freestyle) (feat. iivan)

I'm on the spliff, yeah, rappin' the bodies up I'm rollin' up bags, yeah, rollin' up all of the blunts Fuckin' that bitch, yeah, blowin' her back all last week She down on her hands, yeah, she bowin' on her knees Baby, what you want? Give you all my love, can't trust It's hard to fumble, I said, f*ck her now, baby, she know Damn, I'm the best, she single, but she get depressed Cha-choppa, switchin' up, I said, baby, yeah, I'm from the West, (Grah) Yeah, I'm from the West, f*ck that, we from the Southeast side, yeah Down to ride, all my, yeah they slide Got the Glock 17s, and the nines Millimeter in your heater, leave it locked Bitch, ain't no rich enough spot I said, baby, get shot on your heart You can't breathe oh nah I'm the best at doin' this, what F*ck up, you talk too I said, chop on the Glock with you Pour on the white tea, make your family cry Don't care, this family ties, (Grah) Family ties, yeah, rollin' up deep in five Yeah, he tryna slide, wait yeah, he can not hide He making a right, run down the street and he turn to the left We chasing him down, yeah, that was his last breath I shot all his legs, nigga, jiggy, no he don't I said, baby, don't do nothin This thirst, get off of my phone Who the f*ck is you Try and backdoor, bitch, you got no clue Come here, let me try to shoot I got my blick, that's a Glock too F*ck that Glock, I got AR-15's too Come with a switch and a red beam, aiming at you Runnin' at me, I'm gonna point that bitch and shoot I do not play! Come with me and we gon' get boomed We gon' get, yeah, ayy, we gon' get Who are you Get jiggy Baby, come here get it wit' with me Get jiggy Baby, come here get it wit' with me