Villain Freestyle Lyrics

I need the files filled up before I leave session

In the crib, drugged up, I got some bitches I've been textin'

My cousin nem' got wockiana ain't never been to Texas

Five thousand on some Robin jeans, okay today I'm flexin

Today, I'm gettin' my blessings, right

These niggas be fake' like moissanite

Double cup sippin I'ma need me some ice

Aye, I lived to be the villain, I ain't put up a fight

Everything that I'ma do is right by you

Got packs in the boat they came from Thailand

Growin' up, wanna be John Gotti, lookin' up to niggas like Saint Pablo

This week, I might cop the Rarri next month I might cop the Lambo

Whole lotta racks compound lookin' like Camp Lazlo

Getting way too much money, I'm too much to handle

Last night, fucked a random bitch, now I'm in the booth, just sayin' some shit

Most these niggas couldn't even imagine this

Now I got to ship it off fast, I don't even want the brick

In the studio, I'm makin' these hits

We got Chef Woes cookin' this shit, in the studio high as a bitch,

I'ma double cup all my problems, I don't feel like ballin' my fist

I don't feel like changin' my fit today

I might mix the dope with the Minute Maid

I might take it back to 7th grade when I walked around with a bankroll

Nowadays it's debit or credit, I don't give a fuck about pesos

Thank God I dodged that case, we got that shit closed

This lil' bitch all in my face, she want some Ricky O's

I got black, I got white, what you want? I got Oreos

Forty thousand, every month, just to replace the pillows

I'm in the hills on my fifth blunt, nigga, I don't know this zip code

Aye, nigga, I don't know this zip code

Aye, nigga, I don't know this zip code