Ransom Freestyle
Greed
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First thing first, it's long live Ransom (Uh huh, uh) F*ck from the front and she saying I'm handsome Nigga get mad, and my crodie gon' splash some (Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah) My crodie gon' splash some She do the most for the camera Lil black, lil white, call her a panda Short day, long night, call him a trapper Call him a capper He ain't a scammer, just call him a rapper Give me some sugar, she take off the wrapper Go mod on the beat, like my name is Parappa the rapper My crodie a trapper My other homie, he gon' sit on your block like a camper Get her a pamper That pussy so wet, your bitch dry like a grandma She look at my watch, she ain't checking the hour If you live by your hammer, you die by your hammer Got a new ticket, they caught me on camera Free up my bro, cause he cropped my camera Talk on my homie, that's fight you don't pick Talkin' 'bout homie, you toting a stick Talkin' 'bout homie, he got a GG with a dick And, who gon' live, don't be last pick Like, long live Jayy and free my clique Like, canteen full, don't need no shiv Like, clip too full, don't need no switch It's like a movie, crodie pitch, pitch, pitch, pitch, pitch If I call up Deego, he fuckin' your bitch If I call up ssh, he gon' shoot up your crib, huh Like, how could we miss Back in high school, you was really the shit Back in high school, I was skipping to finger ya' bitch, uh And I'ma diss Dissing me back, you gon' swim in the fish Boy from the boonie's, his life was just mid, uh Nigga, you really my kid I can never accept that she turned into a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh) You said you got money, so why are you duckin' Call up your bitch and I'm gettin' her fuckin' Call up my homie his GG get bussin' Call up my crodie, my wodie, my homie, and all of a sudden, you turn into nothin' Thought I was out of my luck, and Got me a pack and the numbers start bumpin' She lick for an hour, she mad I ain't bussin' That boy a bowaz, he eating the butt, and We up to somethin' See Double M's, and you know that they cuttin' Know that they runnin' (Uh, uh) We was on the block, If you ain't pushin' rock, go make a wop He caught a box like Chris Rock He a cop, movin' chopped Seen the undie make a stop Hit the gas Taking off All that ass Take it off Shake that shit, then make it drop Ass so fake, this shit might pop I come from killers, meet my pops I live for Jayy, you live for bitches Diamond pearls, we should have riches Like, where my brodie go? Where my crodie go Cordie got that 40 on him Might sip this 40, sip 40 more Like how you wife her that bitch a hoe (Ha) Guess she good to go
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