FWM Freestyle Lyrics

Can we please take a moment of silence

To acknowledge that niggas cannot fuck with me

Outside she a queen in the bed, I mistreat her

This glock give em one final flash like Vegeta

Punch on yo dawg tell them boys call up PETA

Might slap a fuck nigga straight outta his sneakers

Bitch better bring up that cash for a feature

Knee deep in the field, used to watch from the bleachers

Hoe hit my line, let her know I don't peep her

I just might go run up a bag for my leisure

Damn, keepin' one hand on her hip

Then i'm shaking my face like a pit when I eat her

I'm one to stray from the herd, I know it's a cold world

So I'm clutchin' my heater

I'll send that boy to the reaper

Glock to the nose, make him fix his demeanor

Niggas be hoes, on that follow the leader

I pour up a cup, then I sip by the liter

Damn, they do not want that static

Let it be known before shit get tragic

A nigga to real for that cappin'

Head on the floor before he realized what happened

Niggas be see-through like plastic

My money stretchin' like Mr. Fantastic

Talkin' so tough till we see you in traffic

Don't need a pill, we be thrivin' off malice

Wait, who really want it with me

Damn, niggas ain't fuckin' with me

Ain't talkin' Andre they drummond for me

I don't mention a bag, they gon' gun 'em for free

Praised by the rays of the sun

I grew up in the slums, where they rummage to eat

Niggas gon' think they the shit

Til we hit 'em with sticks like we plumbin' the street

I be that boy from out east

He said he be in the field, we gon' stain up his cleats

Comin' straight off of the leash

Think he the hardest alive till they leave him deceased

Run with them niggas and bleed with the chief

Hair messy, cause she just got beat in the sheets

Moving in silence, I keep it discreet

Move wocky, you done ain't no keepin' the peace

Say that it's up, put that steel to your teeth

Walk that boy down in the field, we gon' creep

Stack it or starve, in this village and we eat

Pussy boy gon' get put in the ground if we meet

Fuck it, let's let off some rounds in the street

Kill him, ain't nobody around here to see

You niggas hoes coppin' out to a plea

Keep it real, it ain't hard to be honest with me

Play and we finish em, It don't take much to get rid of him

Send a boy up if we sick of him, uh

Send a boy up if he bitchin'

Have him bobbin' his head like a pigeon

Not a killer, but my finger itchin

See the light when we flare him like Krillin

Paramedics repair 'em with stitches

Used to be on the road with them villains