just a rap song (feat. The Opposite)

Yeah I'm getting so high, I'm getting so high, Put my weed to the sky Put my weed to the sky, spend the block with my guys, pulling up with a nine With a gun on my side, pulling up on time Freestyle my rhymes, going crazy i lie Spark it up now I'm fried Off the dome I climb A bitch bang my line I'm worse than a lime Snatch your bitch she mine F*ck yo bitch she a dime She said she want my honey nut, no cheerio Fucking yo bitch, yo bitch is a diddy ho My rhymes are smooth as hell I know Sparking up this weed I know I glow Freestyling off the dome I know I flow You wanna f*ck with me I'm bound to throw One to the two to the three and to the four Police coming and knocking down my door Five to the six to the seven to the eight Pussies that wanna come, f*ck up my place Eight, seven, six to the five It's only five o'clock and I'm drunk like it's nine Nine, ten, eleven, f*ck twelve Them motherfuckers only wanna put me in a cell These crazy motherfuckers gonna end up in hell But I'm hotter than hell, spark it up, burn it down Till the ash, it's the ground Smoking weed by the pound, f*ck smoking by the ounce When I'm done, take a bitch a pound town When I'm done, I'll have all my money in a mound Rich as hell, got my dick in yo bitch's mouth Wa-wa, took your bitch, yeah you can go and pout God damn, hit up the plug, I need some more weed, smoking loud (Hold up motherfucker, I think we need to change this shit up a little bit, ya heard?) (What you mean, what you mean?) (This is what the f*ck I mean) Ayy switch up, got my clique up Fuckin' yo bitch, I got my dick up And I stand with the gang, I'ma never switch up You wanna f*ck with me, I'ma put you on a picture Yo baby mama wanna cuddle me But I know that she fuckin' on the whole team She said she want a kid, I might make it three I ball like Jay Morant, yeah I'm in the league And these pussies can't keep up with me, yeah I'm in the lead Big league, you know I got a chopper with a big beam Got you leakin' blood and it's drippin' down your white tee Fuckin' on your wifey While I'm off the molly We're rockin' 45, lil bitch, don't try me Fat bitch named Eden Me and OP goin' word for word, you know we even Shot that boy with hollow tips, you know I left him leakin I gotta wrap my money up, I guess that it's the season I put that boy treason It's gang shit, no lame shit, pussy It's gang shit, no lame shit, lil bitch (Hold on, yeah) (Hold on, yeah) (Hold on, yeah)