Improvision Freestyle Lyrics

Riding on the interstate

En route to a play or two

Improvision

Shit was really one but I made it two

I was made for this

Should get paid for this

I was made for riches

To get paid from bitches

Pick your bm up

Then we slide to eat

Afterwards

I whip this dick out

Here's another feast

Producers hit my line

Like here's another beat

I just showed ig some bread

Now

Here's another beef

I hit state to state with the freight

Just to get rich

Shorty must want kids

Because that pussy playing mind tricks

I tell the bitch

Shit less stressful

If you don't hide shit

Baby call me cold

Because I'm spitting all this hot shit

Niggas quit

Give up on shit

And they don't go far

Well connected

Nigga I'm good with only one bar

Shit hard

Can't no nigga in this shit

Dampen my star

Two hundred acres six kids

Garage full of cars

Nigga I be snapping

Cut your shit off it's in none sense

Baby pussy decent

I might take her out the projects

Pretty smile

Big titties with hustle

You a prospect

I might hit a nigga with an uhh

Foreign object

I'm a dreamer

Inhaling reefer

Out in st. Regis

White bitch smoke rock

Asap out in Sweden

Elegante nigga spit cold shit

So prestigious

Rap shit make you see shit

Take a bitch to Eden

Paradise

If I fuck

You in luck

Like a pair of dice

On the road for a month

I know sacrifice

Nigga do it for yourself

I say fuck the hype

Nigga ain't ya dogg

And that bitch ain't ya wife

If you come with that bullshit

Baby Im'a eat it

Relationship fried

But I'm crispy

Baby no reheating

If I ever told a bitch

I love her

I don't mean it

I'll take your bitch

And move in with her

Call it skeeting

Shout out ye