Jimmy Cooks Freestyle

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So this the freestyle off the top of the head, even though all my shit freestyles, so ain't no point in me saying that
Bitch, I'm Young Ex, don't ever disrespect or you gon' be an ex
I'll never flex for all these stupid hoes that's out here getting stretched
Play with me, bitch gon' play with me, you won't play again
I'll turn your system off about this game, my niggas in to win
Ayy, better lay down before this shit go up
I never f*ck with no bitch that won't suck
I got Glocks on me, you'll never know that shit, I keep it tucked
Till I fucking up and it's one up in the top, so then I bust
Locked in, that's a must, heart cold but I'm heating up
Drive slow when you creeping up, turn the lights off cause it's dark as f*ck
man down, if you running up, I don't stand down, ain't no giving up
Got fans on me when it's hot as f*ck, no handouts, I won't loan a buck
I'll teach you something, you stupid f*ck, but bitch you gotta f*ck
My niggas, they the ruthless ones, got no respect for officers
Play with me, might toss you up this COVID shit, get to coffin' some
But f*ck that backup on this shit, that's how I really am
My niggas with that shit, don't f*ck them hoes because I'm really him
Ayy, don't go after my bitches, they won't fold again
Push the envelope, I got this chopper, he might fold you in
Ayy, bitch, I been that dog since the dog school
Ayy, don't play with me shawty, we might chalk you
Ayy, roll with all my niggas, that's what we be on
Ayy, bad lil thottie that stay on my phone, I'm hanging up
All this shit she bringing up, don't talk about the past, bitch
All these hoes be with it, I can't f*ck around with my past, bitch
Or my last, bitch, I be really on some mad shit, my fucking spaz quick
Ayy, bitch I'm Young Ex don't ever disrespect
Or your ass gon' be next,
I'll never flex for these hoes that's out here getting stretched
Play with me, bitch, don't play with me or you won't play again
I'll turn your system off about this game because I'm in to win
Ayy, better lay down before this shit go up
Ayy, better lay down before this shit go up
This that Raq business, clap you up in public, take the whole sentence
And he had got blessed with some cash cause he was out sinning
Caught him out of town, cause I heard he was tripping
Cutting out your eyes if you a motherfucking witness
I got Thug with me and a Gunna with me, but he ain't snitching
And my female, she really a dog, but she ain't never bitching
And I heard they said the forks were dirty, so I'm cleaning dishes
Make him disappear, he tried to trick me out of my position, magic
Got the vision wrong, so I heard it was some static
We just caught one, but ain't no motherfucking bragging
You know what we did, that's why all of us be laughing
I cut off my bitch cause that hoe was too dramatic
We know where he live, so in his bushes we be planting
We might cook his kids, wrap em up into a hammock
Now his block dry, all them niggas they done vanished
Set him out on a hit, now that lil' boy he was banished
Give that boy a funeral cause I heard that shit was tragic
Like Mr. Omar, but I'm Omar with this fucking (auto)matic
Bitch, bitch, bitch, uh, bitch
This that Raq business, bitch, that Raq business
This that Raq business, bitch, that Raq business
I said, say, bitch, I'm Young Ex
Don't never disrespect or you gon' be next

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