40k Freestyle

Donny made this Uh, yeah If you ain't talking 'bout no money F*ck you got to say Chop hit him in the mouth Ask him how them hollows taste If I want the bag I get it quick Bitch, I don't got to wait Cartiers shining like the sun on the hottest day Cops was on my ass did 'bout a hun' then I got away My pockets hit the gym everyday of the week no we is not the same People switching up, way more than I can tolerate Said that he done slid, really he was chilling blocks away Stop flexing cash on yo story that is not a k Stop talking down on my mans that is not okay Stop flexing straps on the gram that you not gon' spray I just get my money, get my bands, now they pissed off You lil' bro bitch you not my mans, I'm the big dog Always score but known to dime my brothers feel like Chris Paul We pull up with macs f*ck a dell feel like rich Paul Scoring in the triple threat Lenciaga triple s Run up on me wrong he gon' get smoked ain't no cigarettes I eat this fucking beat up like a meal and f*ck a dinner guest These lenciagas fucking huge I take the fucking biggest steps Betting on myself I'm known to win bitch ain't no bigger bet They said I'm a goat I said yup right there yeah you is correct That bitch gave me brain I think I'm fucking with her intellect Bitch I am a goat I will not take no fucking disrespect Hold up, different checks, different cash Different flex, different bags Why the f*ck you talk like you in first Bitch you is in last SRT I hit the gas Hit the shot I hit the splash Remember days of skipping class But I had every fit to match Long nights of getting cash Talking shit I trip and spaz You the ones who getting passed SRT I'm whipping that Different life I'm living fast I heard all y'all sitting back I can't wait time ticking past I know I can't get it back He was talking shit had me confused cause it was spoken softly F*ck the talk, I know I'm the best feel like Volkanovski In a fucking jeep don't make me go out there and hoe a Audi Heard lil' bro sick and tired of hearing me tell lil' bro to off me Known heavy hitter in this shit, feel like Poirier Bitch you couldn't f*ck with me even back then in yo glory days Bitch I got the drip even when the sun out it's a stormy day Just to leave the fucking house I need at least like 40k Donny made this Uh, uh, uh Why you talking down You in the backseat I'ma go everywhere that the cash be In a SRT bitch you can't catch me Bitch you can't best me If that's yo bitch Tell me why the f*ck she neck me I'ma see where this shit get me I went got rich Now nothing else impress me On my side keep a XD, it's deadly