freshmanszn

Ayy, y'all Ayy, ayy, I ain't baby tron but you can catch me jamming chips or slidin' tracks He say he took my hoe, bitch, I ain't trippin I'ma give her back D-Dissing on lil' Larry F*ck around and knock yo noodles back Yo bitch, She wanna wear my bape hoodie bitch, I paid two for that Bitch i'm high as hell got cotton mouth Sippin' on that cherry sprite, Perky it's gone get me right Yeah, We get money, we don't fucking fight Them 223s and hollows with my gang And, bitch, we down to slide I'm chillin' with yo' bitch She say, KD boy, I'm just down to slide It's just some about iguodala, Hit yo' boyfriend with a number nine Now, I won't speak up on the dead, But see Cequel he just a son of mine Damn your daughter seen us creep up on your block And now she terrified, bitch Puffin' up my blunt She hit it twice done got her paralyzed I'm high as hell up in that vette Hit the gas, bet you won't catch I'm like a dog, I got yo' bitch choosin Lil' bitch, this ain't fetch 556 they shooting fast, These some bullets you can't catch I'm tweakin' in the whip, I just hit Like 150 in the rex I'm sneaky, linkin' with yo' bitch I told that hoe to get undressed Man, f*ck a vest That red dot hit his head And lay that boy to rest And we slidin' with them 72's And hollows, we ain't doubleback And I'm with Y4L, You know KD He tote them double straps, Talking hot up on the gram You ain't even get yo' mans back Get yo' bitch up off my dick Before I go and get her friend cracked Geekin' in the stu with Ace And we goin' back to back He laughin' on the gram We shot his mans, but he ain't laugh at that Exotic cars, drivin' fast On the freeway, pushin' scats Yo man's dead, can't get him back Boy, you broke as hell Can't live like that AR pistol what we toting, Pussy boy, I don't fight, That Nigga can't even rap How the f*ck he get up co-sign Y4L, we slimin' niggas out for fun And better keep yo' gun Cause when we slide, hope You know it ain't no one on one This bitch say I'm delusional I told her she ain't make no sense I got up in her head I'm finna f*ck her, I might make her mess Bitch, I cheated on my test What makes you think I ain't gon' cheat on you I'm mad as f*ck, she cheated back I guess I gots to see it through You still wearin' thrasher Up in 23 Boy, throw that shit away Yo' block look like tornadoes Cause CK went out to bust the K And we beat his ass so bad That boy, he sick, he called up dr dre You won't hear my name shit MIA, bitch, I be out the way I ain't Baby Tron But you can catch me jammin' chips or slidin' tracks He say it's up my hoe, bitch I ain't trippin I'ma get her back, Dissin on lil' Larry f*ck around And knock yo' noodle back Yo' bitch, you wanna wear my bape hoodie Bitch, I pay two for that Bitch ass niggas Ha ha