One Mic Freestyle Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Only worry about me and this green, I can't help it

Need a patek wanna bust down my left wrist

Tryna add a few stones onna necklace

Gotta catch up on my bread, need my lettuce

One deep, I'ma walk with my..

One deep, stand tall by my doley

Be discreet, cause niggas be nosy

Can't trust no one like before, that's the only

Gotta watch niggas plot on the daily

Walk around with a chop for my safety

Illegal or not, told chops like the Navy

Leave a hole in your heart like a pastry

Actin' too tough, you get left with em' gravy

Bullets gon' hit em', gon' leave em' all hazy

These niggas opinions don't bother me

I do what I want, ain't no stoppin' me

This chop got kick, hold it properly

Shoot double hands if you tryna hit arteries

If I keep on rappin', just hope that I make it

Gotta watch out and peep for the fake shit

Don't fuck with these niggas, they be on that fake shit

Need me a nice bad bitch, don't want nothin' basic

There was that I starved, I had nothin' to eat

I didn't have money, fed hunger with dreams

Tryna wake up one day with a view by the sea

Tryna run up this money, I speak guapanese

Countin' this paper, cause I got a fetish

I'm chasin' this bread, gotta catch up on lettuce

I'm stackin' this cheese, tryna make my life better

Keep killin' these niggas, they callin' me Dexter

I'm fuckin' yo bitch, when I'm done I won't text her

My foot on the gas, I'm applyin' that pressure

This nigga a bitch, when I catch him it's lit

Tryna run up on him, get him hit

Don't fuck with that nigga, he be on my dick

Tryna show him that I'm not a kid

That nigga a bum, he can't fuck with my drip

Tryna turn that nigga to a myth

Tryna turn that nigga to a spliff

If there's smoke in the air, then it is what it is

Chop-chop, got a beat, it won't stick with no music

Heavy metal guitar, no acoustic

Totin' a stick on the drill Imma use it

Knock-Knock out they melons, tryna leave them fruitless

We gon' spin at the right time, right when it's nighttime

Hit, hit him up, leave him clueless

Lobster and steak got me gainin' some weight

Look, look at my plate, I been eatin' real great

Love gettin' paid, I'm addicted to cake

Don't fuck with these niggas, they slitter like snakes

Don't fuck with the media, I took me a break

Police asking questions, we lied to the jakes

I'm goin' full throttle, ain't pressin' no brakes

On the road from the rags to the races

When I pop up, my fit be expensive

If we spot a Sami, gonna flick it

Fuck what they got, we gotta be offensive

I got a Glock, but I fuck with the Smith'n

Tay just like Klay, I guess that means I'm Pippen

Fuck what they got, we gotta be offensive

I got a Glock, but I fuck with the Smith'n

Tay just like Klay, I guess that means I'm Pippen

Only worry about me and this green, I can't help it

Need a Patek wanna bust down my left wrist

Tryna add a few stones onna necklace

Gotta catch up on my bread, need my lettuce

One, one deep, I'ma walk on my...

One deep, stand tall by my dolly

Be discreet, cause niggas be nosy

Can't trust no one like before, that's the old me

Gotta watch niggas plot on the daily

Walk around with a chop for my safety

Illegal or not tote Chops like the Navy

Leave a hole in your heart like a pastry

Actin' too tough, you get left with them graves be

Bullets gon' hit him, gon' leave him all hazy