RAMBLE FREESTYLE

Probably not the drop you was expecting My money bet be right for the recession I do not expect no one to get this But money an illusion it's recessive Hella rappers talking Smith and Wessons When they ain't even held a Smith and Wesson Lesson With no preparation I don't recommend you test it Ima F you up don't let me catch you guessing Get it Check the reference, quadruple entendres You just got octuple baby mommas Hella commas that's a Googolplex of problems Bitch I run a train on the track like I'm Thomas I been catching snitches playing Quidditch Shipping hella gadgets for the kitchens You be on the grind but I'm coming for your bitches They don't need your credit card already memorized them digits What's the difference You don't wear the pants dog You ain't got the balls for a cat call Wifin up a bitch a bum passed off Slap you every single time you back talk I ain't even know they made em' that soft No one ever seen you get a bag dog Way beyond blue balls, you been getting black balled You should pry jack off go wack it like a bad dog Nowadays I'm running outta beats that I can rap on It got so saturated every one had twenty bad songs Well aware life been a bitch Still sending snapchats to my dead friends Only know forever can't remember the beginning When we working with infinity it's hard to find the end Momentarily open up a channel for the guide list Off the spectrum with the vibe that's a vibe rant Never watch clocks but clock you for the right watch Looking where it was might wonder where the time went Bitch I'm timeless, I'll be I'll be honest I be strutter uttering I might need hooked on phonics Leave a comment, go pick apart my content But I'm content, running on and on and on shit Kinda schizophrenic when they ask me I'm like we know Been the guy o like pico I don't even like people You live in a shack free throw You just be yelling out D ROSE Been in the cut, emo I keep it tight as a Kegel Nobody standing to me though I put you back in a fetal Bitch you gon see you a sequel Feel like Quentin Tarantino And I'm mocha than a frappe Petty Gang Caught red handed like clapping mosquitoes Back and I'm evil, back in a Regal Grow out the side while she waxing the top, Danny Devito And you a gweedo Keep em' all guessing, cuz they don't know nothin bout numbers at all like some Keno My shit matter, fecal And Ima shatter your ego I do not give A F A B and a C, and a D and a E, and a G note That's piano That's a band quote That's a hand full But that's a ramble F*ck