The Dell (Freestyle) (feat. 985 Zay)

(F*ck a love song, man we listening to s1rk) (Goodbye s1rk) This a freestyle, it's off of the head Shoot at the top, I don't aim for no legs She wanna ride on the bike with no pegs And she wanna ride on the bike, moped Count up the money, I need more bags All of my blue faces come in advance These opps is pussy, they switching to trans Pull out the choppa and that bitch go "Blam, Blam" Shout out Elon, okay bam I made a movie on some Killer Kam shit But y'all still don't know who I am Lean got me geeking, plus I'm off a Xan Got like six plus more in my pocket Should I pop 'em or would I end up dead? Evil thoughts really f*ck with my head Plus, all of my demons be stuck in my bed Did some stupid shit to f*ck with my ex, but now I regret all the things that I said Still can't get this letter up outta my head She f*ck with my mental and leave me on read Some shit might go down in the spot, call the feds Might pop me a perk, way too many meds Might get to ass Merced with too many men, pause Your bitch gon' suck and she licking the balls Dick in her mouth like I'm breaking her jaw Phone blow up like I'm making the calls She broken hearted, but lil bitch, I'm the cause I cannot f*ck with these fakes Fill the pencil with led and we get 'em erased You can call me Tay-K how I'm running the race Spray the Choppa out us, like we hit 'em with mace If you wanna leave then leave, I ain't never need you anyway Bitch, I get the cash like any day She wanna f*ck with me, then she can go away Say she wan' love on me, baby like, no way These ain't no snippets, nah, these just the throw-aways I pour the codeine up in the lemonade And I ain't talking bout no Minute Maid Got the cost of a Cullinan on my wrist Give a f*ck with these hoes and get caught in a 'byss Pull out in a ghost and I'm gone in a bliss They be sending the hollows but we send the blitz And my cocaine white like Adele She say "You need to quit smoking" like bitch, "how you know?" She said, "Boy, I can tell by the smell" Come from the street, I was raised in the Dell You pull up on me and you finna be dead I'm loading the clips, I got buckets of led Got me a thick bitch giving me head at the end of my bed, you heard what I said Got a lil shorty, she leave me on read but I'm finna f*ck on her momma instead You know I'm the kid, I done turned to a man I'm up in the party like Stan Pull up to yo' crib with the clan Whipping it up with the pans Cash in a check and go get me some land You know I be winning, look up to the sky cause I know I be sinning I'm tryna write, bitch gimme' a minute Ten stories at the top of the building Feel like I'm on mars, I got all the bread, I spend it on cars I already know that I'mma make it far Syringes with heroin, I'm talking Tar I expect twenty if you want a bar You know I'm on top, ain't fucking with cops Watch me roll, The way that I rock I got a 40, I make it go pop Like 21 Savage I'm talking a lot Blood be spilling, I need me a mop You can catch me on the way to the top, damn Damn, I'm in that bitch going ham, damn Get knocked out the park like grand slam Big money, call me the band man Bands in my pocket, It's so heavy, I can't walk Super Saiyan when I pop it, I might f*ck around and catch a body Gun on my hip, if I aim it, I'm sorry I am not here to play games like Atari Pull out the Choppa, I'm acting retarded I got the bands, illuminati I'm off a bean when I'm popping a Molly Is he fucking a bitch, Probably I put my drink in the air, no biscotti Gun on my hip like the whatchamacallit Pushing the whip, I ain't ever stalling Know I pull up when they say it's a party Tryna f*ck with my money is a problem They all know I'm a dog, Apollo Bitch, I'm in space I got your bitch and she giving me face She took all my money and loving and power I'm telling my mama I made a mistake (F*ck a love song, man we listening to s1rk)