TAWK FREESTYLE Lyrics

(It's thirty nine bitch)

Big boy talk, the fuck is you talm bout

I talk shit but i don't spit the gum out

I ain't no shooter, I don't pull the gun out

The money get stacked, Regardless if the sun out

Thirty nine hundred on me, Get supplied

I took a trip now my eyes open wide

Texas zoo, Come and fuck with the crew

Money talk, Baby that's what it do

Angel spit, mane them boys heaven sent

Homer piece, That was eleven spent

Bitch I'm up, I ain't paying to rent

Kenzo jacket that i throw on the fit

Then i walk out the house (Yeah)

What the fuck is you bout (Yeah)

I put gold in my mouth (Yeah)

When I get to screaming and shouting

No I'm not skinny, I'm just on a diet

Pockets on fat, Matter fact, They is giant

Tell that bitch boy you hang with, Not to try it

He ain't on shit and I bet he deny it

I feel like Biggie, I'm ready to die

Look in my eyes, Baby, Why would I lie

Tryna meet up with the man in the sky

Give me my wings, Bitch I'm ready to fly

This Muhfucka so geeked

He be like "Why me and Elie don't speak"

Bitch you's a bum, What the fuck did you think

Nine times out of ten walk my ass to the bank

Nine times out of ten, Bitch I'm counting this cake

Guap stack, Bank roll, Fuck what you call it

I gave up trying to fit in the wallet

You tell me to get it, I already bought it

We do the same thing but you don't get acknowledged

(Uh)

Elie, Lower your tone

Made a song bout a bitch, call it "Home"

I can't fuck with a bitch that ain't grown

Really, I did most of this on my own

Bitch I'm great Ima set it in stone

Get out the way ho, I stay in my zone

Can't stress bout a bitch, Get the bag and I'm gone

Let me talk my shit

Ya bitch getting swerved like a pothole, Ditch

Reptile boots with the box toe fit

Ya bitch getting drilled like a Pop Smoke mix

King of the hill when this shit get real

I call Z when this shit get killed

Built like a stick but the boy got skill

I catch plays , Ho i don't catch feels

Mane I'm done with that shit

Hit with no condom, Put a bun in that bitch

Big boy truck put a gun in that bitch

Big boy wheels burning rubber and shit

Talk sweet, He'll put you under and shit

(Elie, I think you should sit down and let someone else tawk)

Hell Nah, What the fuck they gon say

I say kill ya self with a capital "K"

They don't do enough and it's racks to be made

My jewelry been hitting since back in the day like

(I count a rack)

(Count a rack)

(Count a rack)

(Count a rack)

(Count a rack)

(Count a rack)

(Count a rack)

Baby I get it in fact

My accountant get it, Large amount by the stack

Might as well go and get "39" on my back

You can't fall out with me, Ho I keep it in tact

I'm still waiting on a verse, Where the fuck Marley at?

Mane I use to be broke, Bitch I ain't looking back

(Es treinta y nueve papi)