F***-A-Freestyle Lyrics

Ya know me fuck a freestyle
Ratha hit papi on speed dial
Network busy, while I'm quick to hit redial
Weed child, niggas know I'm good in the P now
Any case no prob, Im'ma beat trial
Bipolar, I can play senile
Stand up, they sit down, they sit down, stand up, go on the stand all white right hand up
Start to studder like da-da-dadaman, Damn Cam how you get ice in a rubberband?
How you get motherloads staight from the motherland?
Creep through ya window, something like Bruvamen
Hit the elevator come to the top floor
No, no movie what I need prop for?
Girl suck dick 'til the bitch get lockjaw
Try and break in, two nines in the sock draw
Vacations, beaches, villas but I'm from the zoo so I eat with gorillas
Niggas say they sick but believe we the illest
For the juice time high bb and the quillets baby (?)
Talkin' bout scrilla maybe

But don't forget Killa crazy
See I'm gravy at the range
Rover navy is the range
Buck 80 in the range
Right hand in the Lamb with me
Peanut butter ass nigga, damn Skippy
Problem, counsel take it up
Powder in my face, no I don't make it up
But I do make it up, unwrapped, tapped, cut
Cook it up, break it down some say break it up
Bottle it, distribute it, hand and hand take ya cuts
Sick accountant money, all I get is paper cuts
The Government, crib still buggin' it
Gettin' big M's uh-huh, I'm lovin' it
You see my crib in Florida, you say I'm on some sucka shit
Whoever don't like it, too bad suck a dick
No Homils, Harlem cold chills
No ski slope, but its coke hills
I'm the don in Millan where I blow mills
You the .99 Cent store, no frills
Wanna battle me? You can be a casualty
Never been a snake, so you can't rattle me
Bring your whole crew or what
Individually, Harlem World, Lenox Ave, Look what it did to me
I mean, 20K when I say a 20 shot
My nigga Brid will come through with a 20 shot
He was there when I made the damn car bunny hop
Girl pull my zipper down, it's the money slot
Can't play us in the hood amongst haters
Gunplay, but Sunday I garden with my neighbors
And y'all horse manure
I'll be forced to shoot cha
My Wife? The four door Porsche 'ull do her
Blow out, I don't even know the score
But I will do you like the clothing store
Talk slick and I'll put a price tag on ya
And the cashier put a nice bag on ya
Ya wife? I pulled the white Jag on her (Background, Vado: Uh-huh)
Through up on the dick, gag order
4-5 on me, watch the eyes only
Ya chick is a jumpoff, she skydive on me, (Background, Vado: Uh-huh)
Can't touch this cat like I got 9 lives on me, (Background, Vado: On Me)
This 9 is known to take lives only
, (Background, Vado: Uh/Only)
We the new rap pack gang
Black suede, and frames, Jeff Hame, jacks (jackets) that plain
Flyer than 9-11 when they jacked that plane
Tell the dealer keep hittin' me like a blackjack game, (Background, Vado: Huh!)
When I was new to the white, I knew if I ain't the nigga niggas is hatin' I ain't doin' it right,
(Background, Vado: Word)
Petite type,
She Peruvian nice
, (Background, Vado: Yes)
Number two, red, white, black strings
My lady doing the Mikes
That's what I'm doin' tonight
Got her turnt on, no bulb, I be screwing the light,
(Background, Vado: Haaaaaa!)
Shit strong, on cargo
Goal is to die old and rich like Don Carlo
Lift fours up like the doors on a Gallardo
My man caught a scar though
He wear just like Marlo, (Background, Vado: Slime)
Big hugs before I send slugs, (Background, Vado: Slugs)
Few singles, get your ass clapped like strip clubs, (Background, Vado: Clubs)
They breakdown much more is what a brick does, (Background, Vado: Does)
No dough, boatloads the way we ship drugs, (Background, Vado: Drugs)
Raise huggin' it like fresh
Did packs for dealers and made trips for connects
No father, still stratgize while playin' chess
Ask me if I'm nicer than y'all, I say yes, (Background, Vado: Yes!)
Send you ya mans vest with three fishes
No Swizz Beatz, it's me bitches!
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