Freestyle (feat. Yung Hust)
Tino Bandz
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Mannn Ayy Nigga f*ck the industry Where my real opp killers That be in the streets All my old friends them niggas turned to enemies But I ain't trippin come And try I gotta blik on me Ayy Y'all niggas keep on dick suckin Y'all niggas gay Ion take nobody style I ride my own fuckin wave Phone keep on ringin Hitting play after play Told the bitch that I'm payin for the pussy But I ain't I turn right to melly You ain't fam you gettin snaked Put yo ass on the menu I can get your ass ate I know they mad as f*ck that I'm doin what they can't I ain't dropped in a minute Good fetty, make em faint All my niggas drawin shit With them switches they gon paint Brody grab 40,000 He done brung out the bank Them niggas broke as hell They can't put 20 in they tank Ain't no guns in the joint So I pick me up and shank I got pull on the south You can ask I got rank Put that switchy to they ass Like they momma get em spanked Ion like when Brody sip Cause he be slippin off the drank All my opps keep on fishin Till they swimmin in the lake And why niggass keep on sneak dissin Let em send another lo We goin opp huntin Got my lil slime with me He gon pop sumn How you sign to a label But ain't drop nun Glocky never switched on me But it got a button on it Baby ass fatter from the back Lemme come up on it I never lack without the blick So come and run up on me Brody pop ten perc tens He A rich junkie F*ck a good morning Lil nigga get some money I just bought a glizzy And it came with a button Went to sleep broke last night And woke up with a hunnit Don't pick me on no flyer You ain't pay me I ain't comin My bitch ask me when I'm comin home Bae I'm dumpin I still got the woo for the cheap Brah it's nothin They sippin Green Lean Niggas fuckin up they stomach I can't even leave the office for a minute Cause it's jumpin They show fake love and then turn quick You wanna hustle I can show you how to earn quick Take you back to school Cause you ain't never learned shit If you owe pay me Before I get on my big worm shit I bought sum dope I'm bouta break a whole piece off Cocaine cowboy I'm talkin Yee haw In the kitchen cookin up Yea this that re-raw I ain't with that back and forth Yeah I'ma come see y'all Cause they a stab you in your back Then take yo position Gotta show love Just to get some recognition Strapped up so I ain't runnin out of ammunition Made myself a boss I ain't gotta ask for permission In the kitchen I'm bouta cook a whole boulder Turn one into two I love to cook it over Got no limits with this hustle Cause I'm a real soldier Apply pressure and You gon need some real closure The bag touchdown came from the DR When it's time to slide We gon pull up in like three cars Put that on my soul You ain't gon make it out the ER In the field for real Yea this a new scar Twenty bands in my pocket I could buy a new car Rollin off a bean I just took another blue bar Real street nigga Yeah certified trap star Got it out the mud Yea it started in my backyard
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