12 V Freestyle

Aye we rollin up an ounce of dope Punks you gonna roast host in a cloud of smoke You got a V12? I got 12 V's F*ck that stupid bitch and f*ck the whole society What you do for me? Except just play my feelin You know what im spittin You see me drivin down the street Smoking on my weed Cops won't Neva see a thing I roll up my Russian cream Then flex up on the scene Bitches bringing weed Cuz they know im with my team Bitch do not talk to me You gettin in yo feelings Crip-walkin down the block You know my pants swangin We gon pop up at your party Smoke the bitch up like im fucking Bob Marley We ragein in this bitch yeah we finna get Gnarly Pull up wit my crew 20 deep Yeah we at yo party Got you bitch on my side No chaser Straight bacardi Got the boof in the bag Got these bitches hella mad Yeah we pull up at yo place Dont make me catch a case Wheres the pong We run this shit all night long This that late night summertime anthem theme song This shit lit Yo bitch finna let me hit We at yo place in yo bed yeah im gettin head Pass her to the crew Put it on her oo Oh he got a problem Wipe his nose achoo Im just having fun Tryna smoke Tryna toke That bitch freaky Yeah she take it down her fuckin throat Pull out the bong I aint done I go all night long Take a shot 2 or 3 we dont fucking stop This shit hot Reload the clip then (It go pop) We on top No we dont lose Whats the move Next party? Yeah this night just started Turn that mic up that beat knockin At the party pannies droppin This flow so hard there aint no stoppin At the party now its poppin (Sheeeesh)