Loot Freestyle

Yeah, what? Huh Ayy, ayy (Run it up, Lil' Chris) Get it started what? yeah Lemme get it started, any bitch who say "I'm not that want my life, no I ain't lyin'" (Ain't lying) Try to be humble, but I'm saucing Don't you tell me keep it mild (Mild) You could hate from over there But get too close, then shit get wild (yeah) She thought she was being funny I put her face against the tile (Against the tile) Won't see me post a stack But I keep blues in single file And my baby lay it down, I swear to God We go for hours He gon' ask me how I do it, I got superpowers (yeah) think I care bout where he from My goofy ass say this Chicago (Ha) I still feel like we the ones Who they was really tryna follow (yeah) Shit on sight for real Hope you think that shit wasn't some drama On my granny we gon' slide You thought I was gon' say momma (Bitch) Yeah, I be skipping to the loot (To the loot) On the beat (Ayy) , put my ass on loop (yeah) Yeah, he f*ck with me instead of you (O oh) Why? Because I'm lowkey how I move Y'all need to come catch up this time I'm not talkin' bout heinz (yeah) Every problem got solutions and that's Why I clutch a nine if I tried to show you Love and you close eyes, then nevermind (Nevermind) Don't hit me 'less you talking money, bitch Pay for my time ain't cocky maybe kinda But it's cuz I'm in my prime Your mans he comment on my shit just To remind me I'm a dime Want the lobster with the steak If that's the case I'm tryna dine Do the dash because he boring Not my type at least you tried (Ha, ha) My mouth be hella slick but we Do walkups in this bitch (yeah) You could talk all of that shit but When you shoot it always miss (It always miss) You be mad because the shoes fit Tryna beef this not a diss I ain't never scared of shit bitch I'ma wear it on my wrist He got the hint when we had sent it But that was just the jist of it Caught him lacking cuz he told He can't finish his sentences (Ah) All this work I'm losing energy I Had to go replenish it Money make me wet, I swear to God I got a fetish shit Let 'em come, it ain't no pressure If it's that I'm quick to step I'm that bitch, if it's an L In no time I'ma get it back I ain't never held my hand out while I'm fucked up that's a fact (That's a fact) You could say that this ain't That, we know it's cap They just be chatting Said he tryna split a bag That's what I'm on, i told him bet I'm a boss ain't gotta Finesse, ain't playing checkers 'cuz it's chess You thought I was crazy when I went And made that move out west i'ma hustle Do I even gotta say it ever since Wh-why the f*ck you try to play me When you knowing that I'm blessed Hate it when they act so friendly Tell 'em no and now they pressed Be direct if you gon' say it Better say it with your chest Put that pen in my right hand, shit I just feel like I'm the best Yeah, uh i just feel like I'm the best Uh huh, yeah (Ru-ru-run it up, Lil' Chris)