On Point (Freestyle)

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BoutaDolla

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Bouta mother fucking Dolla
Yea
Stay on point that's no lacking
I ain't really feeling goin backwards
Where da swishers ion f*ck wit backwoods
You could get smoked like a backwood
How you broke nigga if you dat good
How you a hoe nigga if you dat hood
Used to hoe niggas for they backends
Kick doors and shit that was back den
I was broke they was gone Im back now
I was down bad back on track now
Stacking 10s I ain't goin back now
Keep it on me I can't lack now
Used to give da f*ck boys the smack down
Riding round tryna serve the smack out
2012 when we brought the act out
Got ahead dumping out the trap house
Got ahead so I'm in my bag now
I don't even know how to act now
Yea Im one dude you can't act round
Play wit money bitch you get smacked round
We could pull up wit Dem choppas how dat sound
All these dudes talk shit then they back down
Be on the book Talking crooked wit they ass out
When we find out the low then they assed out
What you doin? Im takin the trash out
Smoking all of this dope til I pass out
stacking this bread til the day that I'm dead
Wanna try me come see what dis rap bout
Ain't wit the Talking don't rap beef
running the game like a track meet
Chasing this bread like a athlete
Aim at his head when you clap heat
Keep a thumper tucked in the backseat
You aint ever gettin passed me
go in disguise to shoot out yo eyes
Hopping up outta a taxi
Im just focused on the cabbage
I aint never been ya average
Only goal In life is Makin sure my kids good after that casket
Bitch I been out here my whole life
Swear I been out here like all night
And if you ever try to take sum from me
Better pray hold yo soul tight
I'm a born raised marksman
Come down to it I'm sparking
Came a long way from them apartments
Long nights of sleeping on the carpet
Spent lonely nights in the darkness
If It's gettin money ima artist
We was never with the flodgin
Law the only thing I'm dodging
No I can't f*ck wit you rats
Goin hard when I'm Chasing these stacks
double up when I bust down a pack
They gone fold when you speak on the facts
They gone hate when you checkin a bag
They just like when you down on yo ass
They don't like when you getting the cash
They gone hate when they see you with stacks
They gone hate when they see you in Saks
Chasing cheese no time time for a rat
Ain't no keys tucked under the mat
Know some cats gets you whacked for a stack
Bitch I Stay bout it bout it no no limit
You could Blame my daddy ima cold nigga
Bout Bout that money til I'm old nigga
Smooth Sharp shooter sliding wit a 4 nickel
Keep a pole wit me im the old 50
Double Cross me I give yo ass the whole 50 nigga
Get the f*ck out the way

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