Ayy, yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy
I gotta kill this goofy #ss beat
Ayy, this is freestyle time
Bro, what the f#ck bro, stop callin’ me n#gg#
(48 on the beat)
Ayy, yuh, yuh
I think i’m a dog, the way i walk around with b#tches
I might kiss yo mom, then tell that ho to do the dishes
We gon’ find a pond and make yo brother swim with fishes
What the f#ck you want lil’ n#gg#? i be stackin’ digits
I ain’t with that sh#t, b#tch, i woke up mad today
She gon’ suck the dick, while you n#gg#s m#st#rb#t#
And she swallow it, she said she like the aftertaste
I love when they hate, i like to make ’em back away
Why you n#gg#s p#ss#? y’all complaining like some b#tches do
Yo b#tch at my crib, she worship me just like a ritual
No, i’m not the same, i am a different individual
Just because i’m chill don’t mean a n#gg# can’t get physical
Ayy, hit ’em headshot, hang ’em, dreadlocks
Steppin’ over bodies, think i got new red socks
Talkin’ on his name, he finna cut his neck off
And i might beat it from the back until her f#ckin’ legs lock
And i might beat it on the bed, shot him now he dead
p#ss# n#gg# tried to run and now, he missin’ legs
Where i put his body? man, i hid it in my bed
Went and robbed a p#ss# n#gg# and i think his name was craig
Man, these n#gg#s actin’ goofy, money stretchin’ like it’s luffy
I got chopsticks everywhere, these n#gg#s think i’m eatin’ sushi
Play these b#tches, call of duty, i’ma kill a fit, like nudey
I don’t care how bad the b#tch is, i ain’t finna eat her coochie
All my n#gg#s know we next up, p#ss# n#gg#s flexed up
Can’t wait till my n#gg#s rich and whippin’ in a tesla
I can’t give you gas because we only smoke that pressure
All my n#gg#s in the front, so all you n#gg#s better catch up
Umm, yeah
So, uh, now the next portion of the song will be passed on to my
Good friend davyn
Davyn, what do you have to say?
Man, i hate these n#gg#s, hold up, lemme talk my sh#t
Ayy, ayy, okay
Uh, yeah, your shawty a treesh
I don’t wanna f#ck your ho, because she for the streets
I control yo b#tch, you know i’m walking with a leash
And when she goin’ down, you know she finna have a feast
Okay, like, grab the mac, pull up on a n#gg#, shoot his habitat
Grab the strap, and you should stay off mic ’cause you suck at rap
That’s a fact, you don’t know the difference between this and that
And {?}, you should drop the mic and you should go sell crack
Aight, yeah, i’ma get disrespectful on this sh#t
I hope you crash and it kills everybody in the whip
I hope yo dad come back with crack and od’s on that sh#t
And i hope yo dog falls in a hole and gets stuck in that sh#t
Yeah, uh, ’cause a n#gg# toxic
I might pull up to yo house and shoot you with a chopstick
Told that b#tch to do the dance like {?}
And all my n#gg#s run up in yo crib, like we mobbin’
Ayy, and we pull up with the chopsticks
I don’t want that b#tch because that b#tch is too gothic, haha
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