37 Freestyle

And we are rooting for all of them, and something tells me Bryson is gonna go right to the top Alright, come on Come on, Bryson I told my bitch, book a flight, let's go out of town And every time I'm with Z-Money, lookin' for the pounds And I ain't worried about the opps that shootin' in the ground This nigga thought he was a gangsta, but he's just a clown Now that nigga gone Bippin' out in Philly, cause all these niggas drawn Like how the f*ck he still alive, them shots hit his body And I ain't worried about his soul, cause I'm ridin' with Scottie And we been shootin' out the whip, cause CM beside me Bitch, I'm posted in the park, come pull up in front of me And I ain't with Dej Loaf, let a nigga try me Cause if a nigga act out, I'ma catch a homi Cause I'm with my Malis Bitch, I'm bangin' 37, catch me in the Hollies I caught this bitch shakin' ass, I'm shootin' at the party I'm ridin' with my twin brother, I feel like Matt Hardy And brother pulled up to the B&B, rockin' Marni And they ain't slide for they brothers, cause them niggas sorry Niggas gone What the f*ck goin' on P2G Highprice Shit