Bars on Mars Freestyle

Got in my bag again hopped right in my bag again In my bag like I’m stealing shit homicide I be killing shit Bro like a mechanic drilling shit I just turn up with the gang same Lil baby came from nothing I bagged this nigga bitch if he ask me about it I tell him we cousins No, I ain’t talking bout bowling but me and my niggas we come from the gutter Back in the day had a bike wit the pegs and we still ride for each other You know that I’m bout my chicken bout my bread and spread no butter Thought I was gonna change but after the brain you know imma dub her Imma chalk her like hop scotch been cooking like a crock pot Out the way cause the block hot get your head blown call it crop top Ain’t got cancer but bro want all the smoke like a hot box Keep a pole like dancer he gotta hard head like dread locs Imma keep going never gonna stop pop star but bro gonna rock Rap shit been had it on lock one day gonna be on top If mack in the party tuck your shawty we get it jumping like bunnies Said I ain’t top five don’t know why you believing a dummy Switch the flow up run the money from the floor up Off the gram they don’t know us Competition gotta show some No wheel been road running did this nigga ask can he hold some I was fucked up same niggas never let me hold nothing They ain't never let me hold shit sneak diss She a whole bitch really wanna be just like me f*ck around took my whole drip I cant cuff her she got more miles than a road trip got more miles than my old kicks More miles than my old kicks more miles than my old bitch swear to God this shit too easy