Freestyle Lyrics

Ayy

Ayy

Whistle

Jump out and turn your crib to the range where we shootin' at Yeah

Send fire at yo mans and he ain't get to return it back

Get you in your mans front row, tickets to see you Bernie Mac

I bet I get you niggas off of me G-Shit and it don't cost a fee

Mob type, want that nigga dead, come talk to me

Catchin' bodies in the old school, hit a couple corners then toss the heat

Niggas talkin' bout they cap, bitch I do the same shit when I'm off the beats Sheesh!

Flow dope joe, straight drop,

Middle finger to the police cause I hate cops

Big blue strips, Ben Frank with the face shots

Drop, got em runnin', got this motherfucker lookin' like it's Baywatch

Ayy How the fuck you want smoke and niggas scared of guns

Keep playin', nigga, I'ma pull up airin' one

Opp run into me, I hit the shot, it's an and one

Drop homie right here on the spot, it ain't no fair one

Ayy All my niggas got them guns, shoot them shits for fun

Choppa to his belly, we gon' send his ass to Tommy Buns

I put niggas up on funds, you niggas my sons

Yo baby mama got that bag for you, you a crumb

Uhh Big smoke, bitch you want some

Bitch goin Crazy had to ask her where the fuck you get yo throat from

I ain't yo nigga, I ain't that nigga makin store runs

I hit the club with aBag full of motherfuckin' ones, bitch you want some

Hold on, I ain't Captain save a ho check yoself

These little ratchet ass Flint hoes is somethin' else

Play me like a pussy, PLR is makin' somethin' melt

Put them Sticks out the window, get to poppin', nigga, you gon' need some fuckin' help

If I hit you with this lil' bitty chopper, gon' be feelin' like you fucked yoself

Stay strapped like a nigga got a bunch of belts

Playin' with the gang, lil' nigga is you dumb as hell

Fuck around and I be sittin' in the opp's driveway like a rummage seal

Why you in that trap spot catchin' all them sales

Why you liftin' all that weight? Is you a dumbbell

Why is you shooter and yo opp catchin' all them shells

Why big homie gangsta as the fuck, nigga can't you tell

Flint nigga beatin' on your bitch brown rounds

You gon' think she Nelly, how she keep on goin' down, down

You gon' think the Klumps up in the spot cause all these pounds round

Come up in my section with that flexin', nigga, all you hear is pow, pow