5/15 Freestyle
NazLace
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We back, Bobby Yeah Told her come and shake it let me see it move Twins on me super with it, Prolly let me hit in twos It ain't bout Ben, Grant, Drew I'm prolly not amused You think you can run it up, You don't gotta clue I was quiet but it's time I need to say some Hella music in the tuck, might have a Wayne run I might shoot with CCO and make my aim dumb Suppressor make you look around like where it came from You only heard a shot, then look for cover cause we ain't done Find another youngin' at this caliber, it ain't Filet mignon, plated five-star, this not a flank I been kickin' shit in rooms, a lot of niggas can't Sittin' down with brokers, talkin' money with a pape stuff I'm God's child, boy, I'm blessed and this ain't luck Can't believe the chat, them niggas cappin', they be fake tough My words paintin' pictures, writin' with a paintbrush Could be a million miles away and still call a fake bluff I let these niggas do they thing, I never say much Cause I was them once Tables turn, but let them turn and I might spin some I'm shootin' from the logo, me and Ski Soho Poppin' out Ralph Lauren, most my denim polo Model from Milan, she tall as hell, color Coco Skinny nigga tote and make her jump like Pogo I been gettin' paid for so long, no cap This shit make it self Niggas crashin' out bad, they better save they self I got the juice in every class, come and take the belt I'm catchin' flights half-baked like I'm Dave Chappelle Y'all losin' it You take naps on your flights, I hit stewardess Don't know her name, she hit my phone, I be like, who is this Don't even got no time to talk, I'm gettin' stupid rich Been on a cash race Money counter that go ffrt , like I'm draft day Money counter that go fffrt, til' my last day If you tryin' to get some cash, you better ask Lace Got a ten, thick as hell, plus she half Asian Smart as hell, that's good to have when you have pape I'm startin' to think that I'm the hottest on this half the lake I'm really havin' bein' me, I never had to fake I f*ck niggas' hoes, I never had to masturbate The city wicked, reachin' hands to collaborate I hit the booth and that shit feel like they collab' to hate Army Nigga, so know that when I up, it's to decapitate I'm takin' heads off, if you slept on me, you dead wrong And tell Mulatto I f*ck good and love them redbone It's over with, I'm goin' crazy like my meds gone I got Jesus on my neck, so I can't go to hell They got freezes on they checks, so they feel overwhelmed
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