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Ides of March Freestyle
by Stiddy
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I'm a classy, upstanding, young nigga
Definition of a man, that's where you'll see my picture
I'm a 9th inning guy, You's a 5th inning pitcher
If you ain't catch it now I know ya girl gone see the difference
She gone give it up because she see ya money missing
Oops I meant it's lacking
My dick ya girl attacking
She ain't gone stop until I pop a egg and hatch it
Sorry shawty not today
I leave my kids all on her face
She don't give me time to waste
The way she do it, get a plate
She make me wanna get a place
Down by the coast and shit
Might go rent a boat and shit
Just to have dinner fuck her once then go boast to friends
We know that the story ends, with dick in her guts
She riding me in the ocean, give them titties a rub
Switch it up, beat her back while we sit in the tub
She turn around, her face drowned, and ate my kids like some grub
These niggas is thugs?
Well how they let they bitches get fucked
They know who did it
They bitches texting and calling Big Stiddy
We touring the city
And yo man ain't in a galaxy near me
In any position
His money looking
Ripe for the taking
We don't do no faking
Automatics loaded up like the Uber yo bitch taking
Might think it's fall with all the cash that I rake in
I ain't playing
I got grams of some loud I'ma smoke in this bitch
Got the bouncers walking around they all nosey as shit
I seen ya girl pass by she was stalking the clique
So I rolled up on her, asked to talk for a bit
We slid back to the cut where my peoples was chilling
We got them bottles passed around like we feeding some children
You niggas gotta be kidding
Thinking that yo pockets bigger
Or that yo bitches is badder
Nigga I win where it matter
NOST Gang the future, you last year
Better yet you past tense
I got ya bitch giving neck up in this dark ass tint
I got them marathon pockets yours was built for a sprint
You hold your nose up when you see me like you smelling a stench
But I know the reason nigga, it's cuz I am the shit
3481 Throwing 7's you ain't GANG in this bitch
You ain't gang in this bitch
So put ya hand down nigga I ain't passing the fifth
Hate me now but thank me later cuz I passed on ya bitch
If she was lucky, she'll fuck me and get passed to clique
Nigga
I'm a classy, upstanding, young nigga
Definition of a man, that's where you'll see my picture
I'm a 9th inning guy, You's a 5th inning pitcher
If you ain't catch it now I know ya girl gone see the difference
She gone give it up because she see ya money missing
Oops I meant it's lacking
My dick ya girl attacking
She ain't gone stop until I pop a egg and hatch it
Sorry shawty not today
I leave my kids all on her face
She don't give me time to waste
The way she do it, get a plate
She make me wanna get a place
Down by the coast and shit
Might go rent a boat and shit
Just to have dinner fuck her once then go boast to friends
We know that the story ends, with dick in her guts
She riding me in the ocean, give them titties a rub
Switch it up, beat her back while we sit in the tub
She turn around, her face drowned, and ate my kids like some grub
These niggas is thugs?
Well how they let they bitches get fucked
They know who did it
They bitches texting and calling Big Stiddy
We touring the city
And yo man ain't in a galaxy near me
In any position
His money looking
Ripe for the taking
We don't do no faking
Automatics loaded up like the Uber yo bitch taking
Might think it's fall with all the cash that I rake in
I ain't playing
I got grams of some loud I'ma smoke in this bitch
Got the bouncers walking around they all nosey as shit
I seen ya girl pass by she was stalking the clique
So I rolled up on her, asked to talk for a bit
We slid back to the cut where my peoples was chilling
We got them bottles passed around like we feeding some children
You niggas gotta be kidding
Thinking that yo pockets bigger
Or that yo bitches is badder
Nigga I win where it matter
NOST Gang the future, you last year
Better yet you past tense
I got ya bitch giving neck up in this dark ass tint
I got them marathon pockets yours was built for a sprint
You hold your nose up when you see me like you smelling a stench
But I know the reason nigga, it's cuz I am the shit
3481 Throwing 7's you ain't GANG in this bitch
You ain't gang in this bitch
So put ya hand down nigga I ain't passing the fifth
Hate me now but thank me later cuz I passed on ya bitch
If she was lucky, she'll fuck me and get passed to clique
Nigga