G4'z Freestyle

I walk in the bank right And the accountant ask me how I want my check broke down I said f**k it Give me all tens I'm still going in Production shot downtown By Torrey Coming up in STL I got some f****d up crazy stories Errtime I shoot my shot I swish that s**t Like Robert Horry This s**t had to be God plan I'm glad my mama ain't abort me Pull up Hop out Chea B***h I'm on one Don't f**k with snitches, liars, thieves Hell no I don't condone none I like fifty's, twenty's and tens But I'm in love with hun duns Promise when it come to that smoke lil b***h you do not want none I ain't the bangers but on my soul you run up gone get done up All that acting tough thinking you gangster No sir burr You not one Mad cause I'm knee deep in my bag I still a mollywhop one of you sneak dissing h**s lame as hell like hot 104.1 They like Goonie did it again She Pulled up Beamer, magnum, Benz I can't trust nobody so f**k naw I don't need no friends I just lay low Stack up this bread Apply more pressure Step on necks So certified Heard I'm up next They compare me to Tokyo Jets