alley oop (Freestyle) ft. turncoats Lyrics

Cold winters in a dark sky

Niggas actin different

I was on my pimpin'

Scotty beam me up

The weed alley oop like Pippen

I was out here sippin' on some sangria

Thinking I'm that nigga cause

I made your bitch wine

Made ya bitch mine

She used to thinking i'm fine

She ask what's on my mind

I lie and tell I'm fine

She put the hair in a ponytail, my seat recline

That's her way of giving me a lil peace of mind

Off the gas like racetrack

Molly we don't face that

My bitch love to do it and she wild for it

I crack a smile for it

No role modelz in Miami, ask Cole

I multiply by three, her pussy been shallow

Aye but let's get back to the

Matters at hand

Like what they hate me for

Young black man just tryna get some dough

Jobs turn me down everyday

I ride the bus cold

Shorty lie to me everyday

I know she gon' fold

If the money come in her way

I'm her favorite fasho

If we end up in some shit

Tekashi way the bitch told

But she want two hundred dollar

Just to get acrylic on her toes

I hang with the guys,

She say I hate her

What the fuck you on?

Yeah my bitch a fighter,

I'm a lover, stay on cruise controi

It's iffy when the bitch don't want you

Or when the bitch gon front you

Or when the blunt

Fuck am I saying?

You don't wanna hear me talk al that shit

I don't feel amazing with that tony stark

You gon turn to dust with that iron man

I make it spark, electro get you fucked up

That's that spiderman

There's no way home, ima leave you stuck

You can't try again, just like Aaliyah in 2001

We can't fly again, I think

Delta tryna fuck us over or something

Maybe i'm too high and said a whole lotta nothing

It's different when you tryna make a whole lotta money

But life beating you down from under

I fall into a deep slumber

That last forever like nothing

I'm with my twizzy like fukit

I'm tired of the discussion

They say they hate me but love me

We still gon' make all that money

We still gon' make all that

We still gon'

Yeah